Across the purple sky, all the birds are leaving
But how can they know it's time for them to go?
Before the winter fire, I will still be dreaming
I have no thought of time
For who knows where the time goes?
Who knows where the time goes?
Sad, deserted shore, your fickle friends are leaving
Ah, but then you know it's time for them to go
But I will still be here, I have no thought of leaving
I do not count the time
For who knows where the time goes?
Who knows where the time goes?
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HJeLguRecYc )
Good morning, everyone! Do you realize it's already the middle of February? I hope you've been spending your time wisely. There is a nice warm mug of Keemun tea beside me today, and that's as good a way to start the second half of a month as I know of! And hummus, feta cheese, and Kalamata olives for go-power! I think I'm good to go!
Stitchawl