I am the time himself,
in an old watch that is running to stop.
tic tac, knocks my heart.
The door ? i'm still looking for it
Running or not, i'm out
out of the box,
thinking about the same things..
so far, so good.
I am the watch himself,
in an old time that is running to stop.
But time is abstract, like an ideia, like love
never ends.
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