When I left
The unquestioned time
Was resting between
You and me
It was five
In the afternoon...
When I'll come back
The dead clock
Will be buried
And the sun should
(It has to)
Be happy with
A little ice cream
That's it...
It is not breezing anymore
All the patient passengers
Crossed the common bridge
The station is empty
The train is gone...
The picture of dead time
Is on the shoulder of wall
Silent...
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