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Lovers of Their Time

Lovers of their time clearly wanting more
as in a taste beyond the tonic
the spinning sands along the shore,
the far off shore.

In movement, red-faced lovers waltz
spell-bound to their cores gathering bliss
a magic kiss, gathering bliss, a magic kiss.

Lovers of their time
tremble smile and weep once more;
holding off sleep they hold the view
they will not change, they dare not move.

Having the time, the blessing,
the rich gift of watching time
comes to their hearts,
settles within the chamber's mind.