About Time

So step, step into the sunshine of my beauty with you,

transcendent prizes of hair soaked in golden and blue,
Step, step closer,

up on to the stands

microphone in hand,

as I lay and listen to your voice,
And wonder at a time like this,
How you are able to speak my name?



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