That which rocks must always roll.
The clock, we watch but don't control.
The future racing in to meet us
The clock, we watch but don't control.
The future racing in to meet us
Was always going to defeat us.
To each, the other will be gone.
We each ourselves will soon move on,
and yet, to end but not to leave
Will likely mean to someday see.
and yet, to end but not to leave
Will likely mean to someday see.
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