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Time has no beginning and no end, it brings about changes, birth, age and death.
Even grief and pain are dulled by time.
Clocks are sentinals that rule our lives.
The constant tick, tock, as the seconds pass on by.
The schedules we keep, a time for work, a time for sleep.
We time the rising of the moon and the setting of the sun,
A day has ended but a new one has begun.
And each day a human life slips away, their time has come, and ours will too, in time, as time drifts on by.