Let The Time Speaks
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And we know
Time has no mouth,
We know time is abstract,
And in it our dreams
Go on and on
With nothing in hands.
All it shine,
And we know not dark,
Pretty, though.
With folded hands
We silently move forward
It is all our weak points
Thoughts the miscreants.
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