Counting Rings
Time has swept her ageless hand
Over the drudgery of life
Dawns have risen and suns have set
The hourglass is still losing sand
Draining, waning the hours
Another second has just slipped by
What makes this game grand
Destiny a fickle thing
Tripping toes and trembling hearts
I will not believe it's not planned
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