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LAMENTATION FOR TIME (The Woods are Gone)


The woods are done! The woods are gone!
No more ten plauds in lands of wine!
The violent cheers; the chambering hot
Are all but gone to history's lane.

The woods are gone in ceaseless rage;
I hear the fire say 'quack-quack';
In angry waves the woods are gone,
And leave the prints of no return

The woods are gone with solemn fate
And I bargain for Next-to-next
I've got no choice but play this game;
This game of 'get but never take'

I'll tie my colt and sit right straight
And watch the wood in distance fade
Till I forget myself in gaze
And find myself in dreamlands's end

The woods are gone with temperate seal
And I behold the seasons speak
Of yester-morns that never come;
Of fortunes that will never dawn




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LAMENTATION FOR TIME (The Woods are Gone)

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