Time

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Time is of the essence

thats what everyone says

we stand under a terrace

to stay away from the rains

but we get wet anyway

we pour our heart out

hoping not to get hurt

but we just get the run about

and we still get hurt

lost souls are not always found

am i one of those

am i a lost soul

just needinf to get out and round

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