There is always a time in time
When a man's body rots
And his tired, pained soul sinks to the ground
And the wizard of luxury lowered the capucho
Crying in a niche doormat in the trash
Whims will never come back
There was a time when time stopped passing
And a certain homo sapiens didn't know how to take advantage of this
Crying, smiling, talking about being silent
Thinking about thinking when time stops passing
But if between tears you ª if you find yourself and think that you are¡
Crying; This was the time when time is

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