The Time Indicator of Clock
The time indicator of clock
Is going round and round
And I am getting older
And the pages of Calendar
Are its daily reminder
Through the pain of loneliness
Insult and shame
I am passing my best time of youth
And I don't even know your name
Time is running out
The burden of sorrow is increasing day by day
And all interest to be alive is fading away
In my lifetime shall I be so lucky
To hold you in my arms baby
O this difficult question
Is recurring in my brain
Over and over again
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