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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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