Time blurs anything and everything
Together so that present future past
Are never meant to last
The clocktower pines through its chimes
It wants to be seen and heard
And you, my dear, are its caged bird
(Constantly lured)
We should enjoy this relapse before it turns and starts to collapse
I'm heading into Winter as you're coming out of Spring
Your flowers bloom but all I feel is the cold harsh sting
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