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It's old and it's new Going round or changing the numbers that accrue Chiming and clicking for every moment I ever knew A stranger that marks each second and moon of blue Never dying on its march of eternity without a clue That it was never real but only perception's fool.
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Dec 3, 2019
Dec 3, 2019 at 11:10 PM UTC
Ticking Clock
It's old and it's new Going round or changing the numbers that accrue Chiming and clicking for every moment I ever knew A stranger that marks each second and moon of blue Never dying on its march of eternity without a clue That it was never real but only perception's fool.
#time#relative
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Rhea
30/F/Germany
Dec 3, 2019
Dec 3, 2019 at 11:10 PM UTC
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