"Hands Of Time"
In time its the motion that floats through the air like a fly that lands on your arm one swat at it and its no longet there. Time is of the essenceand the flowers to bloom...Time is of a dream that comes from the heart you think of it all day and it takes so long start
Time Is The heartbreak of youth who cries all day as they moan and they pout and there back together the next day.
Time is cure for the diseases of the past digging for answers to make money seem to last
Time is what you'll do for the laws that you break. time is the correction to all your mistatake time is the future time is the past time is a blink of an eye and 20 years have past so make each second count live its your last ....... Each dot is you life and this I say is true the "hands of time" waits for no one and its all up to you!
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