what’s that i hear?
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time, that beautiful handmaiden
whispered in my ear:
you gotta get going baby
you gotta get going
death is near
but i’ve got songs to write
sweet melodic words to pen
surely it must be a sin
to die with them within?
then you gotta write baby
you gotta write
get those words down on a page
act them out on the stage
oh time, my sweet, won’t
you love me more?
i’ll pen a phrase, turn a word or two
in honour of your amour
i can’t baby i can’t
you have what time you have
and no more
(knock, knock)
what’s that i hear?
tis death knocking at the door
 - c.lowe
