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Time

by Sally Evans

I never thought I would make it to eighty,
I never expected to live so long,
that I would walk through all these years,
I never thought I would sing this song.

I skipped through some year and strolled through others,
I loved my fellows and said they were wrong,
I travelled the world and I dug my feet in,
I never thought I would sing this song.

I went too far and never far enough,
I feasted and shouted and asked Who am I?
was lonely in crowds and alone in gardens,
I saw plans crumble and I saw friends die

and I never dreamed I would make it to eighty
through all the desires of the moon and sun,
I never guessed I would make it to eighty,
I never expected to sing this song.

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