Memories emanate soaring efforts
Riding the steed of time
Some come, most go
Finding no verse or rhyme
Transcendent emotions hovering high
Riding the steed of time
Too short to play, too long to stay
Recovering their wounded pride
Unfamiliar shadows disappear delusion
Riding the steed of time
Sun grows out and moon nears
Evading the scene of crime
Reluctant passions, deepen existence
Riding the steed of time
Restless glances and suppressed voices
Inclining away to hide
Mellow down anxiety, augment salvation
Riding the steed of time
A sigh of relief, a hope to believe
Craft an ambience sublime
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