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Jun 2015
It trickles by when life is slow
Yet when its fun how fast time goes

Minutes like decades
Years like seconds

In the space of a blink
Your hair will have turned to gray
And all your friends will have passed away
Left only old photos of bygone days

And in the mirror of youth
You'll hardly recognize  
The lines on your face
live today before its gone away
Beneath my willow weeping
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Beneath my willow weeping  Az
(Az)   
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