time
time is unforgiving.
fo what we do despair,
is running out of time.
oh my, time is so very unfair.
we wish for most,
the thing we do not have
but now in this moment,
i never wish to leave,
my deepest hearts regret,
is that we were so naive.
this could not last forever.
we are no longer in this endevour
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