Sunrise-sunset, sunset, sunrise ... Endless change of seasons ... And so for the tens of years ... Like dull carousel without reasons ... And coming back to the same point Remembering the glimpsed year. Flowers are losing their petals, Sadly hunched over puddles near. And time is racing to nowhere As always nothing left behind. A carousel carries years Into the darkest wall in mind. Sunrise-sunset, sunset, sunrise ... And carousel again repeats Itself ... And for decades ... Just talking to the times with hints ... | 
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