Round and round it goes,
Whence it starts is a mystery
When it will end
Is an answer I do not know.
The sands of time are running out
For me that is.
For you it may be the start
Of wondrous tales yet to pass.
Slowly the clock ticks
Unhindered in its path.
It has a proclivity it seems
To erase all that has passed.
The leaves, they fall
They die, they grow anew.
Until perdition and indeed beyond
Time will have the final laugh.
And life moves on like it's nothing new
Yet it bequeaths unto us a force
That makes it feel forever fresh
That is the gift of love my friend - It makes the world go round.
Walk hand in hand,
Witness the joys of life.
And unlike the select few,
You needn't encounter strife.
Whence it starts is a mystery
When it will end
Is an answer I do not know.
The sands of time are running out
For me that is.
For you it may be the start
Of wondrous tales yet to pass.
Slowly the clock ticks
Unhindered in its path.
It has a proclivity it seems
To erase all that has passed.
The leaves, they fall
They die, they grow anew.
Until perdition and indeed beyond
Time will have the final laugh.
And life moves on like it's nothing new
Yet it bequeaths unto us a force
That makes it feel forever fresh
That is the gift of love my friend - It makes the world go round.
Walk hand in hand,
Witness the joys of life.
And unlike the select few,
You needn't encounter strife.
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