Infinity
Putting on Infinity's airs, I dance the waltz with Eternity.
Saying I have time to spare, I embrace this opportunity.
we spin and twirl, and forget the world,
untill the song is ended, and then we rest upon a bench, and I say "This night was splendid."
Nothing left but truth to tell him, my guardian angel sent,
I tell him I am not Infinity,
I am merely Transient.
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