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Though time does fly.

It's 2 minutes till ten, what will I do till then? Those two minutes will pass, surely I will not notice And in two minutes when they have, I will be in bed Though the same can be said for the next 80 years When the time will have passed the same, except I will be dead
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frank-rahmstat
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Oct 5, 2015
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It's been 11 minutes since I posted this. I did not notice those minutes pass.

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