The times are new, the times are old
And many years of art and war
Of dead and great and miles of words
Don’t seem to change the world go round
From great to dead, from dead to great
The circle of love, of trees to die
Of friends to come and Gang to flow
The men don’t change, the same mistakes
The same earthquakes and churches rise
Same songs to sing and whispers fade
To come and go, to pass and fall
To face the merry-go-round
To stand in wind to go ahead
To leave the drops (, to stay with twins
is way of conquering the World
The times know-how
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