Time is short and it doesn’t return again.
It is slipping away while I write this and while you read it,
and the monosyllable of the clock is
Loss, loss, loss,
unless you devote your heart to its opposition.
It is slipping away while I write this and while you read it,
and the monosyllable of the clock is
Loss, loss, loss,
unless you devote your heart to its opposition.
Jx, don't kill me!
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