Cry
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Oh, how I wish to be free from this temporal beast!
It steals my days,
It steals my life away.
What do you mean? “It is my life.”
Can this be life?
Days running away,
Running away.
I just want time so I can stop and see,
I just want eyes to see.
Is this too much to ask:
That I have time
And eyes
And freedom to be still?
Oh, how I wish to be free!
Song of Silence
Songs of Time and Space
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