Wisp
Aby
Tick, tock, the silence breaks,
Each small sound, a past it makes.
Moments flee and won't return—
Time just moves, and we must go on.
Tick, tock, the silence breaks,
Each small sound, a past it makes.
Moments flee and won't return—
Time just moves, and we must go on.
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