And Time Marches On
Time marches on
Endless and unwavering
Its footsteps pound on
Endless and unwearying
And Time marches on
Over a featureless plain
Its silken robe swirls
With seconds slipping by
As Time marches on
Without hesitation
Its dark scythe gleams
Tapping along, without any pause
Time marches on
Its footsteps
Beat like a heart
And the dying drum
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