Time

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Time is such a rush.

Always on the go,

But where does it go?

It flies by,

Too quick for our eyes.

Try and catch it in the sand,

But not by the hand.

Find it,

Just a bit,

And just like the dawn,

It's gone.

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⏰ Last updated: May 11, 2014 ⏰

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