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The future are our dreams

The past are our memories

The present tells us to live in the moment,

For it shall never come again.


It will leave us,

And go to live in photographs,

Memories in a sheet of paper.


Only time knows,

What will become of us

When we will die and go on

When our rainbow of life will come to an end

When our cube of ice will melt

When the dark silk of night 

Will cover and engulf us

In darkness


Only time can tell.


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