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Time
There are twenty years to go.
A golden age I know.
But all will pass, will end to fast, you know.
There are twenty years to go,
And many friends I hope.
Though some may hold the rose some hold the rope.
Placebo - Twenty Years
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Light touch my hand, in a dream of Golden Scans, from now on.
You can forget our future plans.
Night touch my hand with the turning Golden Scans,
From the night and the light, all plans are golden in your hand.
The Klaxons - Golden Skans
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