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| Tis a time �Tis a time When springs passion In bloom� for others Lovers step tall in latest fashion Yet, mine eyes cannot see, For they are blinded by an old fashioned love The hearts circulation chokes Bequeath a slow death By vivid memory Are you there? Are you choking from the blood of silence? Lest you too, blinded by stubbornness Your code of defiance? Do you watch the lovers in the streets? Yearn to smell the scent of love again? Remember when, that scent was ours? That breeze you feel is me you see That whippoorwill you hear, Sings my song In addition, when those church bells ring On a Sunday afternoon May the Lord above send you a message That wasting our love�was wrong Copyright � 2001 Dennis Hicks All Rights Reserved by Author |
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