When the good was good as gone
When days, and nights, were ever long
When the mind was killingly strong
That the blue light, on the tree
Before the words on being free
Stolen smiles such brief history
Times in line, total all that I see
When wind in sails shows nothing wrong
When to start each prayer we had a gong
When every morning began in plainsong
When girls waltzed in, and came along
That the blue light, on another tree
Beyond the words that try to seize
Given love, it is love with no mystery
Seemingly in awe of the secret breeze
When the past at last is neatly undone
When the future is secure now we run
When the hand, stands free of the gun
When strength is no wrench from fun
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