Time
You tick away from our birth
And after out death has past
We wish we had made more of your worth
And always wish we had more to last
You cause us stress if we are a moment to late
But we claim it was right when we find our true mate
We’re always trying to save you setting you back and forth each year
And we always have to count you down and start over again with a kiss and good
cheer
The say that you heal all wounds
But at the end you are our enemy as our death looms
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