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| Don't Give me a Time... |
| Don't give me a time in a lonely world, Where peace is an old tale Of forgotten heroes and mothers' proud stories. |
| Don't give me a time in a misty blue-grey town, Where seagulls used to fly And dancers on the sill of freedom long to get in... |
| Don't give me a time when a child only plays with war, And a determined lady plougs a field alone... Where the Sun never rises with Joy. |
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| Yes...give me a time when a dial returns To provide a second chance, Where outstretched arms no longer beg For life, for bread, for a coat, or a roof... But to offer a dance with a neighbour or a passing nobody. |
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