Time, the delightful thief
Steals from all without relief.
Whether we be great or small
Time has no respect at all.
Where today windswept trees reach up to pray
A moment’s breath brings a new day.
And so the centuries come and go,
And immortality hopes and dreams
Are far too slow.
So time, the delightful thief will come again,
We won’t know where, and can’t see when.
All in a Day's Breath 
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