It's Like Time Said
Where you think music stills,
There's music still
When the moon, nesting in the high grass
When that moon's passed
There's silver on the hill
What you think knowledge fills,
Know, it never will
But why do you say that love shall pass?
To love is to last
Forever is love's fill
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