All time is woven into the fabric of the universe. Make the most of time before it rums out.
Lost time runs fast into star-fire past moon-glow into deep mind, flows fast past dawn, soft dusk, then tires. Wait, wake true-time, meld into mind, skim safe, sail sure, take back time seek your star, true-time from fire-kind.
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