Respuesta :
Answer:
Oh what time
do we have
in our hands?
Moments we made,
or perhaps fate
allowed.
We all look like
sand, escaping
the land.
And we say we
are unique
but we are the same
in different dreams.
And we are lonely,
miserable and depressed
the land was these things
but I digress.
So what if space
allowed infinite
into our eyes,
but we pierced
it with seven knives.
And created a box
to be inside, and we
blamed the big companies
for what we lay down
and die.
And we ask what time?
Life is ours to have,
all belongs to
our second thoughts
that children
take in.
That the holes
made the light
seem brighter.
Than the world
we see, dim.
But from my point
of view, nobody lives.
...and we only drift.
Answer:
Dwerty
Hasn’t burganest and diggery gone far
Dire fellnest will pondle until ceen
Must firnd the most gagglest bar
Until my toust is seen
Not steopt til meet par
Begast bar we did firnd
Ceen tousts it will become
Bleatist sheen in the whole glufend
Come gobblers to glabble at the toust
Fellnest will no longer be dwerty agean
Lol
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