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Time
Time
One moment you fly bye ,
The next you crawl like a child;
Once an essance
The next a burden;
As once enjoyed
And other times hated and lost.
One moment you fly bye ,
The next you crawl like a child;
Once an essance
The next a burden;
As once enjoyed
And other times hated and lost.
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