Time is never-ending,
Always awake,
Never sleeping,
Brushing its wings against cold stone walls of keeps,
Sweeping across ancient battle-fields,
Touching the graves of long-dead soldiers,
Making us remember the times lost,
Never forgetting the finest details,
Of its immortal life.
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