Time
Time does simply fly passing clouds on it's way
Dark or fluffy white below them life has say
Even the likes of I, who I met, where I went
Sporadic, or for a reason, I to there was sent
It's where I went that matters, and who I went to meet
For me it was a she of beauty, I'm swept from my feet
She, this dark haired wonderment, I soon to greet
Four days beside my side, gracing ones cities streets
These days of happening past, two years on passing clouds
If I were to show my heart, inside this Scotsman proud
For in it time can't change, or ever to tear it apart
If I had to go back to our together again, I'd joyously restart
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