The time passing unmarked
Speeding empty train cars
And like clouds, can’t be held
Nor the sky and it’s stars
And like clouds, can’t be held
Nor the sky and it’s stars
Grasping for graffiti
Or thimbles full of thought
But days, a rushing daze
Fleeting and can’t be caught
Or thimbles full of thought
But days, a rushing daze
Fleeting and can’t be caught
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