Time is an old man— Ill, useless, suffocated And waiting for death.
Time plays a game of wild youth with all; but one day it leaves and then everything and everyone counts the moment of expiration (death) !
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Time plays a game of wild youth with all; but one day it leaves and then everything and everyone counts the moment of expiration (death) !