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tick-tock,
the rain drops,
the flowers die,
and we grow old.
tick- tock,
love fades,
passions pass,
and we grow old.
tick-tock,
anger flares,
fists of stone,
and we grow old.
tick-tock,
the clock stops,
our blood turns to dust.
tick-tock,
the clock stops,
and we die.
the rain drops,
the flowers die,
and we grow old.
tick- tock,
love fades,
passions pass,
and we grow old.
tick-tock,
anger flares,
fists of stone,
and we grow old.
tick-tock,
the clock stops,
our blood turns to dust.
tick-tock,
the clock stops,
and we die.
should be revising but this came into my head, havnt uploaded anything in a wile so figured id put this up, let me know what youms all thinks
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