Thinking of you
in these hours of night,
thoughts coming through
‘till day again's bright.
Like waves to and fro
into hours of the deep,
every time must go
each dream must sleep.
Life is the ways
of each circumstance,
time goes and plays
into lost and trance.
Everything is going
that's the rule of lifespan,
onto gone flowing
with its ways and plan.
Yesterday was new
now it's old and gone,
it just came through
to give its pleasures on.
Into deeps of gotten
hours flow on by,
then all of a sudden
they say again goodbye.
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