Time slips through my hands. < plus vieux ~
plus nouveau >
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Age covers my face with grey.
My mind longs for sleep.
Day by day never knowing what step would cease my ray.
I collapse to tears and jump to the bottom of the glass of empty fears.
Dying to see the sight of the river bottom.
My fate set in stone, my soul has flown and years come to swallow me away.
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