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Feb 2010
Time is counting down
With precision
And a painful sense of urgency
The world spins beneath us,
We're upside down you see

For just one moment,
I wish you could hear clearly

Don't you see the clouds above us?
And the birds that dare to be free
Oh how I wish time would win
Less frequently

Borrowed time or stolen years,
Call it what you will,
But that won't be enough for me
The glass, it never fills
Alex E
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