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Mar 2015
It all passes by,
With the ticking of the clock,
Your family,Your friends,
Whats past is gone,
And looking forward we journey on ,
Now is all we have,
For tomorrow might be gone,
So smile while you can,
When we go ,
We forget where we've been,
And only dream of it now and then.
Beneath my willow weeping
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Beneath my willow weeping  Az
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