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Impatient

Time so slowly passing by

Mind goes drifting to and from

Lost elsewhere, nowhere to find

Rushing thoughts go passing by

To and from as they go by

Clock goes ticking lullaby

Drifting slowly, helplessly

 Bye for now - I must retire.

◄ I was Young

Whisper ►

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