The time is fault
And we are as stars
Traveling through the merry sky.
But merry is not what you think
For life cannot be only
This or that.
What is it to you of the father?
Can we be or not?
Have we or not?
Or are we just simply here
For time
For truth
For nothing?
No, the time is not now.
But yet...
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