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To: lorrie coey who wrote (52505)	6/10/1999 2:03:00 AM
From: pezz	Respond to of 67261

By Judy Collins Across the evening sky All the birds are leaving But how can they know It's time for them to go Before the winter fire I will still be dreaming I have no thought of time For who knows where the time goes Who knows where the time goes Sad deserted shore Your fickle friends are leaving Ahh but then you know It's time for them to go But I will still be here I have no thought of leaving I do not count the time For who knows where the time goes Who knows where the time goes And I am not alone While my love is near me I know it will be so Till it's time to go So come the storms of winter And then the birds in spring again I have no fear of time For who knows how my love grows And who knows where the time goes .....And you thought I was illiterate... pez