Time Is Ceaseless
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That is what we cannot do
But to watch the time pass through
Before our eyes
It disappears and flies
It pains with cruelty
It treats with brutality
It snatches all our treasures
It robs of all our pleasures
It mocks at our youthful desires
It jeers at our weakened powers
It is ceaseless like a brutal tyranny
It is but life's bitter and sweet irony
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