time
Time is a sneaky, stealthy thief.
Time is a person’s mischief.
Time is a broken wind.
Time makes the future uncertain.
But thanks to you, I must be patient,
as our time together comes and passes.
Story ended without knowing its meaning,
but another chapter opens to conquer
and to look forward as another reason
of coming back again to your hometown.
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manuel of la brea
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