Times come, one is born;
times come, life is torn.
Times come, joy is prime,
times come, despairs chime.

Seasons spread, move forward;
planets dead, move forward.
times are set, move forward,
mounting debt, move forward.

Present your case, will you stand?
Lay it out, from your hand.
On what defense do you nest?
Where does your innocence rest?

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