Time is ever moving- like ripples in a stream,
each moment quickly fading- like memories from a dream,
we fight to keep the order- some semblance of control,
but time will soon betray us- and lay claim to our soul.
each moment quickly fading- like memories from a dream,
we fight to keep the order- some semblance of control,
but time will soon betray us- and lay claim to our soul.
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