Time heals and then kills
A patch for the old blue jeans
A shovel to dig
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Time heals and then kills
A patch for the old blue jeans
A shovel to dig
A shovel to dig
And a rake to clear the leaves
You see Autumn's here
;_;
You see Autumn's here
And in its wake comes winter
The season of Death
You see Autumn's here,
Golden straw, ripe apples fall
Startling blackbirds.
Startling blackbirds
Who suddenly fly away-
A floating feather
A floating feather,
Suspended life, a wrung neck.
The season of death.
The season of death
Grannies signing off daily
Farewell to the old
Farewell to the old
Who taught us so many things
How we will miss them
How we will miss them;
Soft voices, gently teaching
The art of playing.
The art of playing,
scrabble, chess, monopoly,
is for the children.
Is for the children:
Dancing like rain, Moon fancies;
Unchallenged moxie.
Unchallenged moxie.
Free as a bird floating on
The waves of freedom
The waves of freedom;
Although they seem to beckon,
Are waving goodbye.
Are waving goodbye
The two hands from high above
The hands of my lord
the hands of my lord
hands that we consistently bite
oh patient hands