| Song: The Clocks of Time... Robert Graves... |
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The clocks of time divide us: You sleep while I wake- No need to think it monstrous Though I remain uneasy, Watchful, albiet drowsy, Communing over wastes of sea With you, my other me. |
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Too strict a concentration, Each on an absent self, Distracts our prosecution Of what this love implies: Gebius, with its complexities Of working backwards from the answer To bring a problem near. |
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But when your image shortens (My eyes thrown out of focus) And fades in the far distance- Your features indistinguishable, Your gait and form unstable- Time's heart revives our closeness Hand in hand, lip to lip. |
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