The Wicked Geometry of Time There was a time, When the world was flat The straight lines ruled With the straights that were not in line And the lines that were not so straight It was a time for man To be a purpose machine To strive for the purpose And be brother of man A time for the rightful A time full of rights A time not measured by clock But by the goodness of a few The few that made the time But don't cry, brother, Your past is not dark Your present can be hope Your future must be bright Don't cry, brother, For tears don't make rivers, Rivers don't tear the past The past is long past And tears lower the sight There is a time When the world is round Going around takes no time It is a time for the vicious It is a time for the few The few that look straight That look straight afew And chalenge the circles of time Don't time the circles with a clock Nor clock the chalenge in circles Don't cry, brother, Your past is not dark Your present can be hope Your future must be bright Don't cry, brother, For tears don't make rivers Rivers don't tear the past The past is long past And tears lower the sight.
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