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Part Of Time


Throw my ashes to the wind
And let them blow at will.
Twirling and whirling with each gust,
They never will be still.

Some fall upon a blade of grass
And some fall out to sea.
All the shackles of life will come and go,
I'm free, I'm free, I'm free.

See me on a spider's web
Blowing in the breeze,
See me on the church pews
When you are on your knees.

I'm here, I'm there, I'm all around.
Oh no, I'm not that shy,
It was a lovely, lovely life,
Now I'm halfway to the sky.

One speck may fall upon a rose.
Then mixed with dewdrops fine,
It's picked by you - and I shall say,
It's me - I'm part of time.

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