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There is a time, its soul well versed
In hearts of man far lost
A treach'rous climb fore'er rehearsed
At true experience's cost

There is a time we hear of young,
In age we learn to fear
With serpentine, deceitful tongue
It ever draws us near

There is a time that none escape
Yet not upheld by force
One so sublime, one without shape
Which calls us to our source

There is a time that yearns to show
Blind fools all we could be
The great design we'll die to know
And yet refuse to see

Description
There is a time, its soul well versed
In hearts of man far lost
A treach'rous climb fore'er rehearsed
At true experience's cost

There is a time we hear of young,
In age we learn to fear
With serpentine, deceitful tongue
It ever draws us near

There is a time that none escape
Yet not upheld by force
One so sublime, one without shape
Which calls us to our source

There is a time that yearns to show
Blind fools all we could be
The great design we'll die to know
And yet refuse to see