Time as silent as a mime,
Sometimes as a thief committing crimes,
Yet it gives us opportunities to make
beautiful memories,
Even though it flees.

Time is neither a master nor a slave,
It's not always to blame,
The choice to win or lose is in our hands,
And pushing ourselves farther saying
we 'CAN'.

Oh, time you are sweet as wine and sour as lime,
Make the best out of it,
For you die only once,
But get to live each and every minute.

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