Time After Time
Feels like déjà vu
All over again
In an infinite loop
Redundantly repeated
With no end in sight
Before falling
To the wayside
Then hung up on
The wall like
A melting clock
Dripping
Duplicitously
Into adjacent
Dichotomous
Dimensions
Once again
For the
Last time
Repetitively
Replaying
Till we
Get it right
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