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Time


Tick tock the clock rocks tick tock the clock Doesn’t stop, no way to travel back but only Retrace these steps with every move you make There is a choice to be made not one but two with Every situation your in there’s a right an a wrong I do my best to pick the right choice but some times It’s hard to think of the right path day by day I think And I think to myself that I need to make the first Choice the best choice, I try to go through out my day without Any regret in my mind so that when the sun goes down And the stares come out I can sleep peacefully when I turn Out my night light
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