Many miles of small steps,
Many long hours
of uninterrupted silence
By the unreflecting
Stream of time;
The flow of tic-tocs
In still hasty clocks
Have separated me
From me when I wasn't me yet
Many doors, many walls
Many summers, many falls
Many hopes, many calls
Many things...
Many long hours
of uninterrupted silence
By the unreflecting
Stream of time;
The flow of tic-tocs
In still hasty clocks
Have separated me
From me when I wasn't me yet
Many doors, many walls
Many summers, many falls
Many hopes, many calls
Many things...
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