MonsiourTime I know Monsieur Time You are the head of fourty thieves The rasp which rasps the persons Who were gotten the air Rush of death in some pupils Love, death and faith Other heads of chiefs of fourty thieves I know Monsieur Time You are faithful buckler of God You work for God every moment Even you drop the guillotine sometimes Sometimes a kindly mother hand Your whispers are İf you are innocent provincial treasures Why do you get out of under of all stones? I know Monsieur Time You are what a novice painter! When you always delete the places you painted How should I find my place on the painting? Besides I dont know that am I a paint or am I a toile My wish is that You to start over