Time
Time goes by so slowly
Life goes by so fast
We are just the sand
In a desert so vast
Time is the reaper
We are the corn
Time is so plentiful
when we are born
When we get old
Time is the same
But you and I cannot remain
When we are grieving
Time is the healer
When we are sleeping
Time has no meaning
When we are dying
Time does no crying
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