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Time has come, on an old chair now,
We have to give a lot to live, but to keep alive,
It is one of the works of our Lord to keep everyone alive forever.
Time flies, crushed in the teeth of a piranha fish in the river.

Where can we find it, is there an end to space,
Does time have an end like the vast seas of its ancestor,

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