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In our life creatures are born to die
Every second may be your last
It may go slow, it may go fast
Do you really have much time,
In a world full of crime?
You may have something to say
Then in the end your time is up
You cannot say what was up
You have left with something in mind
Something that we will never find
You may be lucky and still have time
People come and go
What's their life got to show?
They die slowly knowing what they should have said
You lay awake thinking in your bed
You will move on very soon
Whether 50 years or with the rising moon
Each second your time is passing
You move on with something to say
If only you had just one more day
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Posted by constantthoughts on 2008-04-17 00:16:44 | Rating: | Views: 73
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