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Today is tommorw's past Down by the sea where the water crassest the sand, laughing and playing we walk hand in hand. Starfish and shells we find along the way, we'll reminice about them on some future rainy day. But the time on our hands is all that we have, so precious, and so little we must save what we can. The older we grow of time we have less, hours and minutes turn to days and years gone past. |
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