Time is a treasure we never hold dear
Life is a gift we spend without fear
Love is our treasure; time is our foe
For gingerly we cherish, and brashly we go
Into the future, without clue to the path
We charge through transition at dawn
Speeding through the portal we go.
Pulling life, love and time in behind us
Leaving only a whirlpool to show.
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