Time, the divine
Touches, tickles, and caresses memory of present-blind
So nice, so kind
It is what makes them so blind
Replay
Reminisce
Melt within your mind
Fast forward or rewind
Hope it is bliss, in which you, yourself, and you find
Ravel, Roll, and hide
The unpleasantness inside
Leave the place now forgotten
Fly from fear you childish stork
Flee from where past and present do fork
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