Time is the enemy

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Take your time

Breaking up is hard

But keeping dark is hateful

I had so many dreams

I had so many breakthroughs

But you, my love, were kind

But love has left you dreamless

The door to dreams was closed

Your park was real and greenless

Perhaps you're smiling now

Smiling through this darkness

But all I have to give

Is guilt for dreaming

David Bowie, 1947-2016

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