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Time is waiting for me,
It sits somewhere down the road,
Time is sleepless for me
Perhaps, to me it composes an ode!
I want a trackless sky
Whose destination is my destiny
That is ever so nigh and has no time to die
Too great for Time, and Time so tiny!
I stand at the crossing today
Unknown and non-real to many a reality
Suddenly I find Time confused to find a way
Out of the trap of its own creativity
Time recognizes me with tear in its eye
And cries,- I don't want to die, I don't want to die!
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