The clock keeps ticking, events ride on wings
Unfolding vistas varied, unsuspected, beyond imaginings
Sometimes bringing the dead to life, sometimes burying some alive
On and on, the world proceeds, one wonders whereto
Some people would slow down the pace, others speed up
One can't be sure, one would wake up into Morning
As it is most likely, the world would dissolve in worldliness
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Some people would slow down the pace, others speed up One can't be sure, one would wake up into Morning As it is most likely, the world would dissolve in worldliness