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Moments turn into minutes.

Hours from minutes are born.

Each twenty-four hours the day makes

The breath-taking beauty of morn.



The days then multiply quickly,

And gather in months and then years.

Racing through time we see briefly

The pleasure or pain, smiles or tears.



I wish now that somehow I'd saved some--

A beautiful moment or two.

I'd use them all well and enjoy them

Just passing the time, friend, with you.