Clocks wept
on how we're able
to spend thousand of hours,
longing for the things
that will never be ours.

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Clocks wept
on how we're able
to spend thousand of hours,
longing for the things
that will never be ours.
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Clocks wept
on how we're able
to spend thousand of hours,
longing for the things
that will never be ours.