what's o'clock
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Turning us into the seeds which grow,
And lovers and ladies are dead indeed,
Lost in the sap of a flower seed.
Is this, think you, a sorry creed?
Lost in the sap of a flower seed.
Is this, think you, a sorry creed?
Well, be it so, for the world is wide
And opinions jostle on every side.
What has always hidden will always hide.
And opinions jostle on every side.
What has always hidden will always hide.
And every year when the fields are high
With oat grass, and red top, and timothy,
I know that a creed is the shell of a lie.
With oat grass, and red top, and timothy,
I know that a creed is the shell of a lie.
Peace be with you, Evelyn Ray,
And to your lovers, if so it may,
For earth made stone and earth made clay.
And to your lovers, if so it may,
For earth made stone and earth made clay.
