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Jul 02. 2025
In the forest of time, I tick and I tock, The sun's shadow guides me, steadfast as a rock. With hands of old oak and a face like the moon, I mark every hour till night whispers noon.
Jul 02. 2025
In the forest of time, I tick and I tock, The sun's shadow guides me, steadfast as a rock. With hands of old oak and a face like the moon, I mark every hour till night whispers noon.