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CIRCLE OF TIME
Never ending circle of time,
Cycling round and around,
Repeating its form over and over.
It has no beginning, there is no end.
A second of happiness,
A minute of love,
An hour of HURT,
A day of PAIN,
A month of SORROW,
A year of MISERY,
A lifetime of BITTERNESS.
Repeating form, creating formula.
Nothing more than pattern,
Nothing less than pure hell.
REMAY 1985
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