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I watched in rapture a crystal moment,

Youth’s heritage caught by surprise.

But being only a fragment that Time lent,

It was lost to Eternity’s vise.

How intense is the pain I feel as I see

The sands of Time swiftly flow

Through the fingers of Birth, then Youth, as he

In turn feels age’s woe.

Relentless, remorseless destroyer of life

Who rules with an iron hand,

You thrive in increasing the pain of strife,

Bringing all beneath your command.

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