There's one every second
There's a first
And then a thirst
As something comes to a clothes
In a moment
Gone in a second
Everything has a moment
A last a bite
A last sight
Mine comes closer
Closer and closer as I walk
Like a slight rolling Rock
I can not disagree
As I take in one hand
Another hand and my degree
This is the final moment, see?
A piece of paper
And I'll see you later
I know not where I'll go
But time will surely show
When will be done
Sorry, gotta run
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