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Here on the far side of time

We’re near the end of the line

Our days have grown withered and small

Like the ivy that clings to the wall

Off on the long road to home

We’re meant to go it alone

Still, there are times we recall

The ivy that clings to the wall

We early ran from the safety of school yards

In search of a better, more beautiful world

One day we turned in the road

To find our new worlds were all in our mind

Some other season, perhaps

Pretty girls sat on our laps

But seasons can change after all

Like the ivy that clings to the wall