Time
Time marks the beginning, Time marks the end
It is often my enemy and sometimes my friend
There is a star I look for most every night
And dream of love with all my might
To cry in my sleep may mean I am weak
But it is empty inside and it is love I seek
Give me your joys as well as your sorrow
I will give you my life and all of my tomorrow
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