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In the time of now   south garden
we all think to be ourselves
then like all the ones before
for sure a thought 
awakens new dreams of hope
nope      south garden
or not like a rope dangling    
off the limb of an old oak
fate finds fear in the heart
like rot or a fungus can start
if weakness prevails.

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Msg: 1810 First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 2/5/2011 9:19:41 PM
Just a patch from "We's fix" ............

wherever his music does go ... where the hell is Suriname?
it don't matter if at this point you don't know
are they selling a game or a ham
lost from thought of Viet Nam chiming just so
nobody knows
the trouble I've seen
nobody knows
the dreams
not even me
for you see the clock go ticking
you hear a pace from a heart
not always what your picking
too much thought and it falls apart

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In the time of now
we all think to be ourselves
then like all the ones before
for sure
a thought awakens new dreams of hope
nope
like a rope dangling off the limb of an old oak
fate finds fear in the heart
if weakness prevails.

Thorb Jan./94


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