Time is precious, time is passing by
Even if we just sit with a sigh
The present past is long gone
The future present is yet to come.
Time is money and time is gold
Time – no one ever can hold.
The clock is always on the run
And man is chasing after the sun.
I’ve lost track of my present
I don’t know where my past went
I was deceived by spending it
Doing nothing gives me guilt.
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