Now!
A crack of thunder
embellished the King's decree
We shall no longer countenance dwellings
on frivolous memory
In the mist
he got to the gist
of his feelings presently
Time awaits no man
nor his remembrances of history
Let it be today
when thou shalt sway
to the ways of what should be
Yesterday is gone
just as the stirring of the breeze
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