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Time


Time is the thing that makes things new; It makes bonds strong; It makes you you. It gives many chances and takes many away; It's the reason that there is an end to each day. Time has no color, no voice, no thoughts; And yet It controls us, tightens our knots. Time is beyond itself, It is not a true live being; It wanders and It sways, being free and freeing. Time can change all things, if so It desires; The only question we all have is when the Time expires.
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