There Comes a Time
Now be realistic I say to myself THere are no truths that are worth telling Of course there are certain things about life that one should know But that kind of knowledge is like manifest destiny Which becomes a truth through experience There comes a time to everything when the illusion of what is is exexposed And truth tellers liars lovers and even truth tellers No longer exist If you think back now you may see it The man in the moon above the hedgerow boundary of dinner at five Was your mother all along
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