Time has pretty eyes And has pretty ears Because it turns everyone And everything in a moment Into a different shape and a Different form all the time, It has its sharp sword that Cuts everyone and everything Without asking one's permission, It does not wait a tyrant to fulfill His ruthless tyranny or a thief To go on stealing innocent people, but It decides and it orders what someone Deserves anytime and every time, It has the power and the authority to Control if we don't cut it, and It is pretty with the pretty people, but It's the worst sword that is able to Cut sharply and greatly anytime and anywhere.
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