time has all acquiescently stole thee
its sad waves come surging into my shore
so swift, dragging what remained left for me
leaving a sorrowful tide that i bore
the days are overcome by its billows
fast, the brine of emptiness fills my hour
so painful that my adamant heart knows
it finally divided asunder
oh how i vainly wish time would have stop
and its weltering seas could have calm down
so still, that my hands could hold just a drop
so slow, my eyes could cover you around
so long, that time means nothing save a word
so much, that time is nothing in this world
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