A crazy bird she was ,
Only knew how to fly,
No one knew how to catch her,
She had a crazy name,
Her name was TIME...
The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose, The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare, Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath past away a glory from the earth.
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