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The Brink of Time
Long ago and far away
Are the worlds of yesterday.
We stand upon the brink of time
Where shadows rule and blind leads blind.
Nations quake, the seas they rage,
What help now our yesterdays.
Cosy dreams and pageant's show
Since far away and long ago
Have brought us to the brink of time
Where clown and prince play pantomime.
We cheer, we boo, we clap our hands,
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Tuesday 18th June 2019 5:41 pm
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