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By the hours of each day, I sprout a wing
Having this, as a bird, I need must fly
A look at the mirror, myself has spring
Time yore suckling, a present grown gray man.
Hours ticking teach a dying man till die,
And time living hast lesson for our span.

By dawn till twilight I am again born,
Of same body of old, but not of soul.
I'm the one, by each rising of sun won;
Through the moral thereof of all day whole

Mostly as time began away to sprint
Many lessons to us all, she dost preach,
Her message to many a few do reach
Blessed are those mindful of what time hint.