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Time

Time.

Flying over months and years
Flitting in and out of the past
And the future.
Woven together like thread,
Flexible... yet so firm.
In control, but kept
Imprisoned by itself.

It flows smoothly,
Never ages
Like the many others it has returned to the earth.
It crawls slowly by
Then finds it's wings and flies again.
It is felt by every being
Though it has no source.
It has many names
And determines the length of every path.
It has a beginning and an end,
Yet it lasts for all eternity.

It is Time.

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