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Realization of our self Separation

The clock is ticking for an hour, an hour or two.
Time is gone, and I can only see the truth.
An empty wonder of desired, buried youth.
I only cry I only cry, when I talk to you.
I rewind the clock for an hour, an hour or two.
I remember when, you were only being you.
No empty barriers, no unbelievable truth.
You were being you, you were only being you.
No need to lie, because I would never buy it.
No need to try, because no-one would ever try it.
No one in the world could ever deny it.
The clock is present, for only a minute or two.
You could never lie, cuz I’d only see the truth.

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Ada Pardo Drea Peñate
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