Vain a state my cerebellum drearily appears
Cranking a wicked sequence of quirky images
Anonymously rapping at the door of my slumber
In the wee hours of the echoing sun
Oh, A thousand pennies I'd pay
For a minor degree of peace
Ah, Time
How fickle she can be
Yet by many a homosapien
She is cherished
Upon the lips of Life
And upon the bosom of Death
She bestows great contrast
Black and white a void conceived
Profound a dash of color annexed
Time; Isn't she lovely?
Cranking a wicked sequence of quirky images
Anonymously rapping at the door of my slumber
In the wee hours of the echoing sun
Oh, A thousand pennies I'd pay
For a minor degree of peace
Ah, Time
How fickle she can be
Yet by many a homosapien
She is cherished
Upon the lips of Life
And upon the bosom of Death
She bestows great contrast
Black and white a void conceived
Profound a dash of color annexed
Time; Isn't she lovely?
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