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The Time Of Our Lives

The selfish clock tocks in it's own quest
But why should time, for me, rest?
Steeled body and a soul inert
While the world conspires to shatter the heart
The sorrow brims up like poison in my veins
Oh life, let loose, let loose,  your wanton reins.

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