In the winks of time
We bake each deciduous decades of life
In the twinkle of age
Beauty weighs little less than beast
At the wink of nights
Life weighs a little less than graves
What a tangle mess, we make
Where pendulum paddles us behind time
We who were in such a mad haste
To make a glad way!
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