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Concept of Time

The days are distracting,

With stories of travels and places new,

The nights become tempting,

In search of the celestial moon.

I don’t know anything,

About the stories now,

Distracted as I was,

Looking for an escape above.

As one star sets,

And thousands blink up,

Who made the concept,

Of this weird thing called Time?

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