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night, beating the clock is the heart of time.
a beat every second, every second a lament.
And me and my life is between breath and sigh.
Too bad become a watchmaker and not master of my time.
slowly Handles van circling the area,
like my hands around your waist walking in the mall,
same as a footwork, with those slow gait.
Too bad become a watchmaker and not master of my time.
And The Crown beats together to the mainspring.
My Cádiz not walk, to and at sea.
And the fourth touch
winds that make you wake up alarm.
I do not want to waste time while the timer touch
scratching your sorrows.
via And now we will little by little like an hourglass,
in your arena.
And if the pendulum will always mark the beat,
never be to delay the promise
and fooled you again
with another new dawn.
Oh, you've got rope pa while, Cai.
Whoever said time heals did not have to watch
had no watch.
And if Cadiz was a sundial
mark the hours on your Balustra
point towers and bells,
night the moon over,
will record on your sea waves . And today
I rebel, I want and I can not. Cai
your crown begins to move,
that three thousand years and still waiting.
Too bad become a watchmaker and not owning your time.
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