The years move in and out,
in concertina dance,
to make the song of life,
which honours all I am.
Some moments seem so long,
then others seem so short,
but in the breaths of time,
they sing in harmony.
Drawn-out tones of past,
stand at future's side,
as each clears present's throat,
to celebrate the now.
in concertina dance,
to make the song of life,
which honours all I am.
Some moments seem so long,
then others seem so short,
but in the breaths of time,
they sing in harmony.
Drawn-out tones of past,
stand at future's side,
as each clears present's throat,
to celebrate the now.
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