But Time
People say time's a ilusuon
But why is the sound of the clock clear as day.
And when you try to know the past you forgot
You rember there was something the day before yesterday.
But to understand time has to flow indefinitely
In eternal lines to grow
But in the end there is only one time
The time to live and the time to die
It's always been this contradixio
Now, then & ...
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