| The Time and the Muse |
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| Everything is cold |
| Like the hand of a spirit child |
| Nothing can move |
| From the earth to the sky |
| Feeling the peace |
| Of a world that no one knows |
| Fearing the time |
| And the quiet of the clock |
| But a fickle note from above |
| Brings us hope and life to our soul |
