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Years


As the years go by so fast,

The days are what drag.

Memories live in the past,

As college approaches with a hefty price tag.

Friends begin to part, 

After eighteen long years.

Different paths we will start,

But can't help to shed some tears.

Four more years of school,

New faces to meet.

The mind is the strongest tool,

For many tests it shall beat.

As the years go by so fast, 

The memories will last.

Off to college we head,

As the past is dead.

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