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This time is not wasted
Though poorly spent

On the repetitious tasks know mostly to me
And to all those wishes and crashing dreams
Which fall down from star height
And burn into a nine to five atmosphere

Tell myself it's not wasted
Loaned and lent

Tell myself it was meant
To be spent
In life we are born and we die
And in-between we figure out why
sugar cane berry stains

lost friends life's bends

mountain still, in the end

there and back i've seen

we were kids, you were teens

we learned a lot where we've been

one more shot before we go

that sacred breath you always know-

when to call it a day
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