Tic Tic Toc

When the world not turn
When the rain not fall
When the sun not shine

The smell of the bloosom flower hasn’t pervade
Butterfly doesn’t alighted on the flower
It is a sign to go
And the time goes by
Erased all the sadness
 and have an untouchable story

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