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A Moment Ago.
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I was young once upon a moment ago,
But that sweep hand kept moving on,
I can almost see its blurring face,
Yes, I think it looks like me,
But that was yesterday; right?
No, it was only a moment ago.
I was young once upon a moment ago,
But that sweep hand kept moving on,
I can almost see its blurring face,
Yes, I think it looks like me,
But that was yesterday; right?
No, it was only a moment ago.
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