The Years Do Go By
Oh the years do go by,
Like the speed of the Second hand
I dreamed of you last night
And your face had not changed
Your voice the same sharp instrument
Your gesture the same incantation.
The years have molded to
Perfection yet they have
Bared no delights
The years have taken minutes
And hours from us we could
Have used when we were together.
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