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Oh Darlin

And as it was, is and will be—
clocks keep ticking,
hanging from the wall,
but time is a never-ending sea.

Although, I'm drowning in it,
I hope you'll swim through it.

Floating fills my time, baby—
but that's alright with me
In the midst, I think of you,
and how it used to be.
—Ab.C.
Written by Penguinphile (Ab.C.)
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