.
Time goes by, feel it fly!
Grains of sand -for each hand-
Fall downwards, move onwards,
None can see, none can flee,
Just make most of that host,
Take it back; move, don’t slack,
Melancholy, oh that folly!
.
.
Time goes by, feel it fly!
Grains of sand -for each hand-
Fall downwards, move onwards,
None can see, none can flee,
Just make most of that host,
Take it back; move, don’t slack,
Melancholy, oh that folly!
.
