Gentle beat of the heart
Consumes Time
That by which we part
Ring-A-Ling-Ding-A-Ling
Sing a long song
Of memories unknown
Ask the librarian,,
The one kept in your head
To which you deny
You hold your fist up to the sky
But fail to understand
It is our faults that make us human
To make sense, that is to create
With a ward to a star
Shall you be forgiven
Matter, Hue: Good night
Pulling confidence down
Building a wall of discrepinces
In that challange, Pronounce:
That which makes us, Us
Wait...
Now here : Do you believe?
Merely asking you to help yourself
Not to leave, Time Consummate
Time consumed
Down and out
Now it is left behind
Me and my start,
Post sign - Good night!
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