Lyrics
In twelve more hours, the hands will look the same
Days, hours, meanings change pace
July's dawn, crooked fate
Last year's priorities fade into ambiguity
Wash away deserted tracks
We still have what we had
The strongest I know bears a heavy load
Long, cruel episodes of fighting clever shadows
In twelve hours, time appears unchanged, yet brings with it new light
Another day for love
Precious time.
Style
reggae with acoustic instrumentsbluessoul
Credits
Prompt byJeanne0_
GeneratedFeb 4, 2026
ModelAria v5
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