As the words rush out,
As time forgets to put on its pout,
As the roots dig deeper in the ground,
I am left here without sound.

As you know me inside out,
As the world turns without doubt,
As the future holds the dice,
I am left to eat my slice.

One week old and one week only,
How did I get so lonely?
Time is one,
No time to hide!
I am left on the inside.
Time is low,
And time is slow.
I am left with moldy dough.
One time old and one time only,
How did you get so lonely?

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