Silk white cold blankets, today you cover dead trees.
In days you will melt, and in months they'll grow leaves.
Treacherous time, you're the cure and death of all,
Architect of the cycle to which we all fall.
Some call you a teacher, but I see a tyrant.
Sadistic! Breeder of death, life, peace and violence.
During the four seasons you conduct the grand symphony
Through which you gave life, and set a date- to take it from me.
In days you will melt, and in months they'll grow leaves.
Treacherous time, you're the cure and death of all,
Architect of the cycle to which we all fall.
Some call you a teacher, but I see a tyrant.
Sadistic! Breeder of death, life, peace and violence.
During the four seasons you conduct the grand symphony
Through which you gave life, and set a date- to take it from me.
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