See there, that ticking monster on the wall.
Oh, how he grins to have the upper hand.
For ev'ry tree that grows, one day, must fall -
The days, the months, the years, all flow like sand.
You say that love should last forever more.
Alas! Forever's past our petty reach.
The beast must have his tribute; rich and poor
Shall pay alike, mere pebbles on the beach.
Though patient Time keeps measure of our days,
He's but a box of cogs and wheels, a toy.
As lovers we may yet avoid his gaze,
And trip our own sweet measure, love and joy.
So come, defy the monster, challenge Fate,
For, win or lose, what mysteries await!
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