They say that time does never stop,
It spins and spins just like a top,
It goes in circles on the clocks,
It laughs at us and even mocks,
It makes us run when we are late,
It slowly drags when we've to wait,
It makes us old with every tick,
It steals our minutes, days and weeks…
But I can seize the running time
Just when I hold your hand in mine.
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