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The second’s hands reach twelve
Other minutes gone
Life is still the same with a change like the occurring of an eclipse 
Passing minutes are never seen 
Memories will live on But the minutes is our hope of success
The earth is dynamic with minutes 
Life is lost and gain with different personalities
People plans evil and work out miracles 
But the minutes is passing with no hope of waiting
Loves are express and histories are made but the minute doesn’t care
People are humiliated 
Children strived for survival and mothers pray for a better world 
People complains of the unfairness of life: minutes doesn’t love
Millions are made in it but it is not happy because she is not remembered
Heroes are born but she doesn’t care 
She is involve in everything but her duty is to pass
Plans are made to meet her but she doesn’t care about hospitality
She is at the grave and the wedding
She is ahead of your heartbeat and the regulation of the heart is to meet her
The passing minutes is diligence providing equal chance?
With the struggle she is ahead speeding in motion
The passing minutes is grave caught up with her or stay at the back that is life.

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