Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I'd something more to say.
Daha ne diyim...
Bilim Kurgu, Fantastik ve ötesi . . .
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