Prologue: Seven years pass, not unmarked.

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Time can flash away

Time may flourish and last forever

Not measured in or by itself

Only how it is perceived

From the outside or farthest reaches

And as time begins and ends

With children, parents, lovers, and friends

Some come as others go

And all that remains is time

Seven years in seven minutes

Or the eternity that never ceases

Many things can be seen, begin to be seen,

But tell me--can you still see me?

Time is only what is made of it

So tell me--what is time?