Let's kill time, you'd say
Like we could ever
Can't you see time killed
Our youth, our childhood
Everything and everyone
We've once cherished
Can't you see
All the dead bodies of seconds
All around us
The hands on the clock
Taken for souvenirs
No, let's hold hands
Let time do the killing
Maybe it'll kill something we can do without
Like sadness, tears, pain
Maybe we would rejoice,
This time
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