broken clock works
always running out
where there is never
enough to go around
years and days pass
marching on again
in relentless ravages
through persistence
the only move
is out in the universe
we all have to share
this planet together
there is no difference
between you and me
we are both the same
brothers without a name
on another journey
our paths will cross
and we'll have fun
when we have time
so little left to spend
it heals all wounds
it is of the essence
but it always runs out
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