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TIME IT'S Wick's Burn Fast AS WE AGE LET'S Learn IT'S Past and Heed Each Page OUR Memories IT Will Hold BY THE Wind IT'S Blown OUR History IT Will Mold * IT'S Stories Told From Young TO OLD IT'S Tick's, IT'S Tock's...IT'S Tone IN SCI-FI IT'S A Zone BY Candles, Clock's AND Watches Shown Those TWO Hand's They Come A Knockin' OR Still IT Stands...BY Cameras Cloned Some Take A Chance N' Rock IT! Made FOR MAN TO Understand IT'S Sometimes Planned Made BY THE Divine IT'S IN Demand It's TIME.. BY Matt McQueeney

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