How do you see
Through timeless glass
The ones who haven't arrived
And those who came to pass
Age is but a number
With no patterns or rhymes
In order to measure
The passing of time
The timeless glass
That no one can love
Only you, the ghost
That stares from above
Shattered and broken
Like a window pain
The work of art
Has finally been slain
Through timeless glass
The ones who haven't arrived
And those who came to pass
Age is but a number
With no patterns or rhymes
In order to measure
The passing of time
The timeless glass
That no one can love
Only you, the ghost
That stares from above
Shattered and broken
Like a window pain
The work of art
Has finally been slain
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