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Created on: August 17, 2009 Last Updated: August 18, 2009
Time
Time is such a funny thing
It's here and then it's gone
The things that seemed important then
were not for very long
The memories that I recall
when looking back in time
seem more like someone else's life
not something that was mine
The people that have come and gone
the places where I've stayed
are fading like the setting sun
and seem as far away
As days melt into weeks and months
and years slip quickly by
I wonder where the time has gone
and as I wonder why
Another minute disappears
Wait! I cry out loud
But time will wait for no one, and
I'm quickly running out
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