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Time stands still
Time stands still
Each body pulsing with its own time path
Each body unknown and wrapped in its (?)
in that loneliness
I heard lips whispering,
My hands and my skin
The need for contact
I dreamed only
So that one might hook and swell
For you I am
and I am all yours
and my blood for you
Ages drying
Yet embers live
Yet flames do die
Time stands still
Time stands still
Tender grass is easily mown
Yet who shall shake a sturdy oak?
You are more fresh and fair than (?)
Yet stubs do live
when flowers die
Time stands still
Time stands still
Thinkst thou thy fortune still doeth (?)
For tomorrow thou must die