Run, Time,
run — faster than the
wind — hotter than the
sun — more dangerous than
gun. Flee, Time,
flee — far away from
me — breaking down the
mind — shaking up the
sea, Start and End of
me! Come, Time,
come — softer than a
crumb. Rob me like a
thief. Beat me like a
drum. Sing my song and
strum. Find no song of
grief. Acceptance is
relief.
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