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The sun has seen a million years Thrown away without a glance While we, like insects buzzing, Ticking, burning through time, Consume each minute one by one. To us, time is a poison; Too much of it destroys us And the only antidote is death – Death, or one look up, The only other thing That takes away our mind from our fate. When day does not delude us, We crane our necks skyward; They make us feel young again, The one changeless thing, Perfect in a world of imperfection. The places in the curtain sweep of sky Where the light falls through, Little tears in the cloth to the other side. They make us feel young again, Bu