Time and Death Go A Whoring
I have come to find
That love is blind
And death thereof holds no warning
Though comes in time
The love we pine
We of't get left in mourning
In time all things die
And we are left to wonder why
Why time and death go a whoring
We seek this answer to a mystery so deep
Lost in ourselves awake but asleep
All the while out of our lives time is pouring
And still oh still love we seek
And closer still closer the death thereof doth creep
Inside our hearts and through our minds death is waring
Always in time all things die
And always we will wonder why
Why time and death go a whoring
by
Solaris
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