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Time passes like the wind.
It is felt for the moment - intensely
And like the wind, fades away into the darkness of the past.
IT CAN NEVER BE RECAPTURED, NEVER RETURNED.
It is a single coming and going -
Every moment comes but once, lingers a while, and is gone. More precious than gold, more common than stones,
It is an element one never has enough of.
It produces a thirst for MORE, and like a drug, it takes effect and arouses a craving for it,
Only when one finds that he is losing it, FOREVER.
