The days have limits on the playground - We wake, we eat, we work and we sleep - The surroundings in which we are bound, do you take the time to inhale all the sounds - Every second that wishes away into munites, the hours, the creators of days - We measure our age by the years we have passed - I listen to the beat, i hear the drums played by the planet - The noises which influance your ways, the field that has the
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