| Shapes of Things / Space Safari |
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| Shapes of things before my eyes |
| Just teach me to despise |
| Will time make men more wise? |
| Here within my lonely frame |
| My eyes just hurt my brain |
| But will it seem the same? |
| Come tomorrow, will I be older? |
| Come tomorrow, may be a soldier |
| Come tomorrow, may I be bolder than today? |
| Now the trees are almost green |
| But will they still be seen |
| When time and tide have been? |
| Oh, into your passing hands |
| Please don’t destroy these lands |
| Don’t make them desert sands. |
| (p.samwell-smith/k.relf/j.mccarty) |
