Time as its own rhyme, Like a clock's chime No telling when it will change its rhythm. In times of fun and excitement it seems to fly, But in times of boredom or suspense it won't go by. No matter the rhythm behold, True time can't be told. Time won't stop for you or me, So we'll just have to let it be.
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