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Time speeds by
like a rocket ship, a little faster each day Hurry, hurry, hurry has become the only way If only we could take the time to slow things down a bit We might find our lives are fuller and find that more things "fit" It's "life" that you are living, every second of every day So stop, take a deep breath, and to yourself say: I have time, for tomorrow's another day...
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