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Time the most precious thing in the world, the thing that constantly slips through our fingers Nothing will stop it, nothing can stop it It is the ink that spells out the words for our life stories and one day the ink will run dry
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Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 10:58 PM UTC
Time
Time the most precious thing in the world, the thing that constantly slips through our fingers Nothing will stop it, nothing can stop it It is the ink that spells out the words for our life stories and one day the ink will run dry
Seashore
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Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 10:58 PM UTC
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