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Our Time

Time makes me wait, Then it pulls you away, Like the moon pulls the tide from the shore. It's cruel like that, Not a care in the world, Yet I wait and I wait once More. Time is a coward, So afraid to be late, That it hurries you away Without sound. It's cruel like that, No compassion or thought, The one thing to which we are bound. Time is a constant companion, Always just one step ahead until we need it to hurry, Then it stops in its tracks and plays dead.

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