Intro 1: Time Over Time
Wrote, of that I wrote Within a thought once within, Without is without. Always it began, As reliable as though It ran like clockwork, My love, did I sit, Outside, under an awning, Watched and listened...
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Upon a time, my love, a diary Of paper, stained with words set down in ink; Revealing all a boy might feel, and think, And strive, and pray, and wonder what might be; That, would he, worthy of thy...
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