In the mist of sassafras Many things
will come to pass And the smoke shall
rise again To the place above where it
began
Time will bring the fire and flame As
surely as it brought the rain But in
the gardens of the moon Time is held
within the silver spoon
If you're happy where you are Then
you need not look too far If you've found
your place at last Then you need not
use the looking glass
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