The Fleeting Hours

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Another day is fading fast,
below an orange sky
as evening falls, it turns to black
and time, it seems to fly

The hours go by the clock won't stop
It always continues on,
the tick tick tick tock of the watch,
It's endless, never gone.

Another day will come again,
bringing sun or rain or snow
the morning will come swift as day came
what it brings, impossible to know.

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