Beneath the veil of twilight, time lets its shadow fall,
It trickles like quicksilver through the unseen hourglass,
The silent ticking follows us, we, the children of earth,
Try to halt it with the song of remembrance, but it slips away.
The never-ending childhood summers' play was blown,
Seasons found anew in each dewdrop, a pretext for enchantment,
In the sacred...
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