The perfect time

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The perfect time

It runs out of no one’s mind

It just breathes like a river

Sour taste of lime

Eternal grief of mind

I can’t become a believer

The perfect time

The right amount of love

The exact arch of passion

Dimmed sight of compassion

I wasn’t below I wasn’t above

Sudden ending without a crime

The perfect time

The play without the pantomime

One last goodbye

An endless cry

A reaction to adore

The mourning from a life before…

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