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Whered the time go Why won't it slow I can only hope that you know With every tic toc Of your  life's clock My hands are always  there to hold When you grow old Don't grow too cold theres more treasure to unfold when you grow old dont grow to cold you can rest when you reach your bed of gold
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May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 5:13 AM UTC
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Whered the time go Why won't it slow I can only hope that you know With every tic toc Of your  life's clock My hands are always  there to hold When you grow old Don't grow too cold theres more treasure to unfold when you grow old dont grow to cold you can rest when you reach your bed of gold
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May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 5:13 AM UTC
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