Black Hands Of Time
The Owls
If I look dead at
The years on my face
I see some
thousand heartaches
Stretching across
the great void
Trying to summon a voice
If I could turn back
The black hands of time
I would not just
live my life
As I had done in the past
I would be queen at last
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How would you like
To live a charmed life
Oh I feel deep in my breast
A great and mighty unrest
And I've grown tired
of the strain
And I am weary and drained
I know that I will not change
I know that I will not change
I know that
I will cannot change