Time rolls, on it rolls on and over me When shadow fills full the cup in my fist. I'll only miss those things that set me free. The baptizing of my head made me see, Where my old youth had generously been kissed. Time rolls, on it rolls on and over me. The singing girl had cried, and spoken she Wanted nothing more than to have her missed. I'll only miss those things that set me free. The time drips slowly, we laugh and agree On memories retrieved from this head's list. Time rolls on, it rolls on and over me. A silent ghost of time removed my soul (from me!) (But) Time rolls on, it rolls on and over me. (Yet) I'll only miss those things that set me free
Reason for writing:
for the simple raeson of writing.
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