walk in the shadow
watch from the window
yesterdays follow
waiting tomorrows
timekeeper
hide in the winds
as twilight begins
another day ends
just counting the spins
timekeeper
dance, dance on the graves,
of days
passing away
rejoice, rejoice in the dawn,
of the morning
the morning new born
you will always be there
but never to stay
sneaking up on us all
then slipping away
you have already been
yet tomorrow will be
the river that ends
flowing into the sea
timekeeper
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