12 September 2013
Time's finger claw, I'm losing hold. There is no hope for me on earth Time either still or maybe rushing. In any case it will turn out worse.
I went weak, as I grew old. And time itself has made me slow. And as I close my eyes in sadness, A thousand seasons come and go..
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