The Song of Seymour
“What is to be- will be little one, for this i have found.
Everything has its season, for to time we are bound.
A time to be born, a time to die.
A time to rejoice and a time to cry.
A time to make merry, a time to weep.
A time to rise, a time to sleep.
But through it all, one thing is clear.
If it's your time, you will be aware.
So have faith little one, for time can impress,
Just give it your best shot and hope for the best.”
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