The Clock of youth

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By CallMeAsuna
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The clock of youth
Is fleeting
with my boot

With the hour - hand strike
I met my adulthood

The bittersweet taste
Is still on my lips
The candy of memories
Is still in my book

The sour regret
Is still on the tongue
Of adulthood

The clock of youth
Is fleeting
With its every move.

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