The wheel turns.

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The seasons change.

The hands of time, relentless, click yet another notch in the universal clock.

Seconds, minutes, hours, fall; frail as autumn leaves

Never to be seen again

Moving toward the midnight chime when time itself will cease to be

And all that’s gone before as fleeting shadows pass away.

And only love remains.

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