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you let the time flow out like golden sand
what changes is what you can't always see
the music and the magic both are bland
you let the time flow out like golden sand

what's truth is what you cannot understand
a shadow lengthens under every tree
you let the time flow out like golden sand
what changes is what you can't always see

long time ago you loved to dance and spree
so much that happened passed under your eye
you were too proud to bow or bend the knee
long time ago you loved to dance and spree

the things you wanted were not ones to be
counted and summed up beneath cloudy sky
long time ago you loved to dance and spree
so much that happened passed under your eye

we catch the sparrow only on the fly
a pair of cardinals sleeps in the wood
not one of you would ever pass us by
we catch the sparry only on the fly

we feel the autumn air so cold and dry
nothing of this you could have understood
we catch the sparrow only on the fly
a pair of cardinals sleeps in the wood

another morning will do us no good
all that you think of goes into the night
each face is shadowed in the heavy hood
another morning will do us no good

what happens is not only that you could
set all the errors of the past aright
another morning will do us no good
all that you think of goes into the night

a moment passes and we mourn the light
day holds us briefly in its golden hand
the sun drops swiftly from its noonday height
a moment passes and we mourn the light

the choice we made required a better sight
than this one over a forgotten land
a moment passes and we mourn the light
day holds us briefly in its golden hand

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we see the changes and we realise
our lives will matter in some measured way
there's something here that may each heart surprise
we see the changes and we realise

the ones who fail we should not now despise
we are not beings of some different clay
we see the changes and we realise
our lives will matter in some measured way

if we could make the choice to go or stay
we would not hesitate or so we think
there's little that we'd have to ask or say
if we could make the choice to go or stay

we know we have the answer come what may
and so we halt and look over the brink
if we could make the choice to go or stay
we would not hesitate or so we think

the noblest answer is a nod or wink
look up and see us higher than a bird
we look below and watch the glasses clink
the noblest answer is a nod or wink

it's never time to pause and have a drink
we've listened but we've never truly heard
the noblest answer is a nod or wink
look up and see us higher than a bird

what we have chosen you have not preferred
but either way we have to take the chance
we're caught between the honest and absurd
what we have chosen you have not preferred

the answer comes without a better word
we seek to know all things now in advance
what we have chosen you have not preferred
but either way we have to take the chance

out in the fields no youngsters left to prance
we reach conclusions by a swift surmise
these are the times when we must take our stance
out in the fields no youngsters left to prance

we play the music for the longer dance
the truth we see's not hidden from your eyes
out in the fields no youngsters left to prance
we reach conclusions by a swift surmise
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i write my name in symbols that are coarse
composed at once of anger and desire
available at each exchange or bourse
i write my name in symbols that are coarse

we lead to water every willing horse
and hope that one will make it to the wire
i write my name in symbols that are coarse
composed at once of anger and desire

the goals to which each of us may aspire
are covered up by the dull autumn leaves
we seek each day to set up ever higher
the goals to which each of us may aspire

no rules may govern who shall start the fire
nor what is hidden up a jester's sleeves
the goals to which each of us may aspire
are covered up by the dull autumn leaves

ruler alike of merchants and of thieves
the divine being smiling on each street
takes all the credit for the farmers' sheaves
ruler alike of merchants and of thieves

so one may cheer just at the other grieves
while rats uncounted run about our feet
ruler alike of merchants and of thieves
the divine being smiling on each street

i walk about to speak and smile and greet
the ones who enter on the moving stage
each hopes the day will turn out calm and sweet
i walk about to speak and smile and greet

we may advance but we may not retreat
the losing option puts us in a rage
i walk about to speak and smile and greet
the ones who enter on the moving stage

an actor does not choose his proper age
nor where he enters in the play's long course
the playwright has become both fool and mage
an actor does not choose his proper page

instead i find myself obliged to gauge
the distance i must travel on each horse
an actor does not choose his proper age
nor where he enters in the play's long course

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