This Time
By John M Lennon
Thoughts imprinted in time
But only with words I rhyme
Now lost as you are the deaf and blind
Artless souls lost in time
Trying to figure out what has made this mine
But it is just that, that makes it divine
With each word I now shine
Parting on my way
Out of time
But leaving you with this
The last few words I had too myself
This time
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