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Time
We live in time and empty space, Always trying to hold our place; From birth to death we try to find, Ways to heal a troubled mind. I am naught and you are all, You are grand and I am small; Yet time remains with joy and sorrow, Hovering between today and tomorrow. A time to work, a time to play, Time to greet another day; Needing to touch the earth and sky, To know the answer to the question why. Time to love spring, time to love fall, If I had to choose, I'd take them all; For spring brings life with birds that nest, And autumn brings a soft season of rest. Time to feel joy, time to feel pain, To touch all we feel all over again; For joy brings life and happy laughter, And pain brings tears and often anger. Time to climb with stilts to Mars, To play in the blue with all the stars; Skipping through sky's Milky Way, While others sleep and others play. A time to rise and a time to fall, A space to feel nothing at all; For time touches all that is real, And nothing at all is what time tries to steal. A time to be born, and a time to die, A time to laugh, and a time to cry; For the young at heart have lives to live, And the grey haired old have lives to give.
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