Seconds pass by, they will take my life some day.
My strength too weak to resist.
The smiles and faces will fade away some day.
My memory too weak to recollect.
Will I be the tragic Corleone or the villanous Nemo.
My imagination too subtle to fathom.
Will I be forgotten, am I even remembered.
My heart too weak to contemplate.
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