Oh time goes by
to another season,
like clouds upon the sky
travel in a liaison.
And everything just flies
touches with its touch,
connects with its ties
makes a whole lots.
Oh so much in its tries
that never wakes,
where future longing lies
in all their new takes.
Oh heart be still
don't let it make you sad,
for dreams do fulfill
and make moments glad.
Oh time goes high
to lift the spirit up,
where future longings lie
and never in dreams stop.
Oh life you give so much
that makes it all clear,
and its moments touch
is always with you near.
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