Close my eyes
There he's mine
Take me to the edge of time
Where all the roses have laid down
And I will wear the final crown
When the hourglass is firm
In learning all there is to learn.
Be with me
In this final stage
The actors have played all the plays
Where we are we are not
And fires burn and seas are hot
When ravens eat men
Just close your eyes and count to ten.
Close your eyes
And be with me
Close your eyes
See with me..
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