Years dreams return The pilot light burned, I searched for signs In the sun and the sea and the quay Another waste of a day Is my dowry a lock or a key? Sweet memory, it's not Hamlet or Lear that makes me take pause I should have been a pair of ragged claws There will be time
Years dreams return I should have left long ago, standing room at The Globe doesn't suit me at all There will be time to find mountains and peaks asleep down the hall There will be time or no time at all
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