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Time in Motion
Music played at night
Up and down the streets of town
Stages stood vacant
No musicians could be found
Some thought they're echoes
From the parties of the past
And no one believed
That the music would e'er last
Was a marching band
That played tunes in days gone by
They are but hist'ry
And no one can tell you why
Just a few pictures
Lay fading in archives
Maybe there's a few
With whom their mem'ry survives
Somewhere in a park
Players come from fields of corn
They had played the game
Before today's stars were born
Though they're oft' forgot
They still play there once a year
I've often wondered
If they hear spectators cheer
Time is but motion
Memories are put to test
Things will be recalled
While so much is put to rest
There's a whole lot more
Left hanging in the clouds
Now left to others
To bring them to the crowds
Copyright ©
Daniel Larson
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