Song of life with no words When dance of the hours performance Only you make up of your own words In your liquid minds And gradually with the hours You become those you have created And you have owned When you dance with your life hours Better no regrets
There was nothing the hours could do To dissatisfy us The tactics of life is always as simple as Apples or oranges
We like what we like We know what we know Yet we like most We know so little
Dance of the hours Takes something away And remains still remain So dance the best Leave something better
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