Time
The days pass quickly
And I watch them go
It never seems to last
It's never too slow
The sun sets in the west;
It rises in the east
We see this happen
Seven times each week
It seems like the great days
And the great things we see
Quickly turn into
Memories
So try to grab onto life
Make sure you hold on,
Because before you know it
It's gone
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