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Time
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Binding us with each strand
Suffocating us second by second
Stretching across every land
Towards death, Time beckoned
Life ebbs away on His command
To depressed, from effervescent
He is why people plan
For He decides, what's permanent and what's transient
Even though He's invisible
He's one with space
Rooting Him, being humble
Our lives slip in trying to trace
Where did He skedaddle
He limits us
But also pushes us
To make the most of Him
And enjoy our lives to the brim
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