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it’s to the east
or to the west
up above
and down below
floating past
as if like time
because time does flow
like clouds
a vapor
time disappears
don’t you know
and laughter
and love
ah, but love
it’s always there
just like the truth
doesn’t always show
we know it exists
within our midst
the shape it takes
will come and go
there is winter time
and Christmas snow
then spring brings green
and snow must go
truth just is
and also love
this binds them both
so know this too
they outlast everything
that we can sew

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