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Who murdered the minutes
The bright, golden minutes
The minutes of youth?
I said the soldier,
Dressed in his red coat

I with my trumpet,
My sword and my flag
I murdered the minutes
I took the minutes
And what good I did
For see how the black men kneel, he said

Who killed the hours
The gay purple hours
The hours of faith?
I said the parson,
In his black cloak

I with my book
And my bell and my pen
I killed the hours
I killed the hours
As my holy right
And see how the people kneel at night

Who slew the years
The sweet precious years
The years of truth?
I said the lover,
In her gay gown

I with my lips,
And my breasts and my eyes
I slew the years
I slew the years
My silly talk
And see how you kneel to me in love.

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