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Life, As we know it, Comes and goes,

Days, Months, even Years, Fly by on Silken wings,

We go by, Day by Day, Wanting one of two things,

Either the next day to come faster,

Or for the next day to just not come,

No matter which we choose, or what our reasons,

Father time does what he does best,

He Flows as a river,

Making the Days, Months, and Years,

Disappear into the past,

And taking with it all the Happiness, Pain, Joy, and Woe on with it,

Till at last.........

Death comes in his ragged Gray/Black cloak,

Sythe in hand,

To take you to a far away land,

Where time has no meaning.....