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40, 30, 20, 10

Stop by and watch time fly by,
The ides of march,
Hope is and all,
The left ear on the right,
Just forget it and read on,
Paint a smile on a bomb,
Oh dear, she's nice,
oh no, I won't,
What!?
Is it? You really think so??
Okay,
Fine,
Whatever is fine..

40, 30, 20, 10
Count the seconds you can't recover since then...
Written by wanderer (Faceless)
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