With the going of time everything great
falls to disrepair and then starts to decay,
as the effect of destiny cannot wait,
even when the sun welcomes a new day
for some old things it's already far too late,
some small pain is present even when we play
but when your golden eyes true love indicate
eternity finds to us its own true way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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