Time tells all, but time does fall;
Morning glories grow ten feet tall.
Where brooks and streams lay counter-part;
They flow toward the oceans of my heart.
Sparrows fly low by meadows grass;
Forgetting all of a hearts broken past.
6 o'clock and the sun peaks through;
Only thing on my mind is you.
So sing a sprightly tune, and hum a melody;
Dream a gentle dream of together that we'll be.
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