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The title means Truth of Time. This is very abstract. |
| The lazy mist produces an easy vision of stormy skies. Beneath the frantic winds of madness you whisper a symphony. Complacent eras give birth to manifestations of troublesome times. Above the chaotic turmoil of desperation you speak softly of hope. I falter because of the comfort of my own pride. In the midst of my sorrow you excrutiatingly comfort me. |