Time's projection,
Life, Time, Introspection,
How many minutes in a day?
How many seconds in a Lifetime?
Life, just flies away,
And we are but units of Time,
Ticking away,
With all our imperfections.
Increments in eternity, falling from the hands of time, your lonely moon is my resting place, where I have found a peace of mind, a place where balance frames a scene, where time is but a passing breath, and oh how sweet a kindred soul, to recite such sweet words with her breath
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Life, just flies away, And we are but units of Time, Ticking away, With all our imperfections 10000000000000000000000000000000000000++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++