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Oct 2015
Tick Tick Tick Tick
It counts down
It counts up

It goes by fast
It goes by slow

We want to fly
We want it slow

It makes things grow
It makes things die

But most all I just want my time
When is it my time
The Gentle Gaint
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The Gentle Gaint  Eustis
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