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Swiftly | ||
| Pages of a book rush past; One completes it all too fast. Seems like it was just begun, Then it suddenly is done. Life's like that, it seems to me, Moving swiftly, flowing free. Children come and quickly grow, Then it's time for them to go. They have children of their own, Who themselves are quickly grown. Suddenly our life may end. We'll be glad we made a friend. | ||
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