#7: The Pressure of Time They're pretty special and memorable. Still, a need to know, it comes, it goes It comes, it goes, they are unstoppable. It goes and it comes, and nobody knows, It likewise can run, it likewise can fly, otherwise, it comes, otherwise it goes. but it will never, ever, never -- die. It will just run, and, fly, come and it goes. Made is shredded, and create is destroyed. Every thrashing, crashing, smashing, squashing. The segments are strict and go to the void. The task is radical for reforming. Seconds are sucked into the nevermore, Renewed, a second, their forevermore
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