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Rhythm and Rhyme


 

We finally learn how to work out the rhyme,

And we see to move on and not worry for time.

We learn how to smile, how to laugh, how to give,

And for the first time we find out how to live.

Your life was not meant just to live in the past.

For the future will come and you'll live there at last.

The song that you sing will live in the wind,

And will be sung forever, from here to the end.

So sing your song out to me, sing it loud and clear.

Sing it loud enough so those not listening can hear.

Sing it for the birds, sing it for the trees,

Sing it for the wind and the sand and the seas.

Life is too short, yet days are too long. 

It's time for you to live your life by living your own song.

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