There's never really time. Not even when,
In countless dreamscapes I have walked with you
Where hours did not matter, still I knew
There was no time for me. I could think, then,
That it was much the same for other men
And women with them, but as I review
All I have seen and heard, I see they do
Have time I cannot have. When, once again,
We wander slowly through the moonlight, I
Can only turn away, because I know
That if I took the time, the eastern sky
Would suddenly reveal its morning glow
Because this cannot be. I only sigh
And bless the time before you choose to go.
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