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| These wings are broken Can I still fly? Asked, so sadly, Who am I? The future is the present. The last minute that went meaninglessly ticking by on the pendolum of the clock is the past, which was once the future. The next minute awaiting its time will one day be the present, and far too soon, the past. |
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