Dead poets wonder
froth in the might of time
ponder being within
time stand still
the day is long to many
hearts broken, time has taken
faith weak yet glistens
still
wonder through me
implore time, castle hold true
happy topples hope
virtue
the day waits
attack it to the core
understand life
a gift
thank you
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