I never did meet my end of time
Robbed of every sense I had before
I never did meet my end of time
Couldn't hear, couldn't see, couldn't feel, couldn't taste, couldn't have known
Has the end of my time come
Or am I still waiting for it
I have never met my end of time
I do not know when it is time
Do I still have some time left
Or is it already over
//end of time // E.T.
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