Time, the thief that none can stay,
It slips like shadows, night to day.
A fleeting river, swift and deep,
The dreams we sow, it comes to reap.
O mortal, haste to deeds that last,
For soon today becomes the past.
The clock shall cease, the hour unknown,
What have you sown? What have you grown?
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