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Before
Before all colors turn and fade,
And all the joys of youth have died;
Before age turns our green to brown,
Promise me you’ll be around
Before all feelings felt are lost,
And darkness snuffs the lamp of life;
Before time turns our bones to dust,
Promise me I’ll have your trust
Before death buries all our thoughts,
And fate has ground our graves to sand;
Before God calls our souls to part,
Promise me I’ll be your friend.
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