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Dec 2011
We all grow up,
we all get a chance to live,
choose your moves,
and watch your back

we will all meet that girl
and miss that chance
or have that night
or slip

We all move along
or give it up
or start again

We all grow old
And lose our love

We all die
Brian Downs
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