We often think what leaves is loss,
When just forgetful but not forgot,
So see you later and not goodbye,
For that's false meaning of sadness and cries.
Distance is only a matter of time,
and time is only thought,
With that it's limits there is just not.
So let a clock keep it's conception,
and see all time through your perception,
For now just dream the interception,
and come to us..
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