the day is breaking, but i can't see the light.
there's more to life than this.
constantly racing with time,
constantly trying trying and trying.
but why even try the impossible?
it's clear that you won't win time.
is it really all alike, no season knows, nor clime,
nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time?
and we don't.
we just don't.
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