Time, a drunken walker,
Doesn't know what it says, doesn't remember what it does.
Time does not know how to walk in a straight line,
It steals our youth and years.
Yet, when we realize it,
Love makes time seem like nothing.
In the labyrinth of my mind, darkness and light intermingle. The past is a shadow, the present a battle. But on the horizon shines a light...
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