It's About Time, My Friend
It's about time, my friend,
that I write to you.
Could you see the cold yesterday
or feel the darkness on your skin?
Do you fear to be naked tomorrow,
while leaves are dropping from the tree?
Now that the circle is closing,
I write to you.
Now is the time forever.
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