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                    Time goes by

         Sometimes, it makes you cry.

        In the blink of an eye.

      First, you are young.  Then, you're old.

  Awaiting to be stung.

   There's the dawn, and then without warning, the night and the person's gone.

         Repeatedly, is the story told.

        Years drift by.  Years fly by.

         It makes you want to ask why.

      It makes you cry.

        Somebody whom you thought would always be there,

                 is not there.

                 It's not fair.