Fleeting is the night when I am with you.
hours seem like minutes,
minutes seem like seconds,
seconds seem like moments.
Tomorrow comes too soon.
I try with all my might to hold on to you,
as the moments turn to seconds,
seconds to minutes,
minutes to hours.
Tomorrow comes too soon.
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