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Round and round the daze of days
like summer stopped to hold his haze
around all those who laughed at time
and never thought the sun should shine
so long and hard on all their sins
as if eternity begins
in some far off and distant yearβ
Forever is already here.
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On and on like jaybird’s song
do sunshine’s signals pull along
night’s shadows so those kept from view
are set alight by holy hue
and suffer slowly love of God
as heat that peels away faΓ§ade
sees sinners standing on the brinkβ
It is later than you think.
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