Persistence Of Time (Aft. Dali And Neruda)
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The quartz that runs my mind's clock is
Torturing my soul
It keeps on ticking faster and faster
That I can't keep up
As my soul becomes a faded soul
With its petals dripping away
They blow in the autumn breeze
And continue to fall into the rich soil
Of longing and self-doubt
But winter is around the corner
And the cold is deadly
As I weep icy tears
I am frozen in silence
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