Isn’t it weird Time is the only currency we spend without ever knowing our balance We trade moments for memories, laughter for silence A fleeting dance where seconds turn to years, And dreams unfold like petals through our tears. In the still of night, time leads us along, We hold dear moments, though they're soon gone, A quiet echo of days now past, Wishing some memories could forever last.
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