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Then what
Time comes then goes,
it shoves and blows.
It's laughter is it's ticks,
watching us blow out the wicks.
One by one,
We will all fall.
Until it's done,
with this ball.
Floating ball spinning,
will you ever stop.
Are we losing or winning,
will you ever pop.
And when it's over
Then what?
*S*
