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The days go slow but the years go fast.
People come and people go.
We're left with only a memory.
The good old days are now behind us.
Slowly fading into black.
We're lost with no direction.
Our time is running out.
We no longer know how to react.
Yet somehow life goes on.
We're always wondering why.
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