Time
And falling out from rules.
Without magic and other mystic
Fly to the sky or through my tools.
Walking to my soul,
Or near it, if door is close,
And break it, making open,
And see the growing rose.
Be ready to give all answers,
Be ready to be alone,
You must always remember this thing,
That our time is going on.
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