Many drown in the sorrow
of Time's rushing flood,
rushing, crushing
body and mind
to veer off course
the work of Time.
But baby, oh baby...
it's you and it's me,
we'll ride out this current
we'll follow the course;
For we've seen the horizon -
we know what it means.
The river of Time
gives birth to the sea -
a vast, open freedom...
called our Eternity.
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