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The past stretches back to a certain start While the future extends to a dubious conclusion This present moment is constantly torn apart By the ravenous maw of time's diffusion The past isn't here and the future doesn't yet exist The present isn't very clear yet we all still persist Past, Present, and Future are all just tenses We only survive on the cusp of now Surfing on a wave of momentary existence Making sometime work somehow

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