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Rebirth | ||
| How the years do quickly fly! Here today and then they're gone. We can't stop them if we try. Time is always marching on. Ere the clock begins to chime We can do our best each day. We can make the most of time In our work and in our play. We know not how many years God will give us on this earth. There's no need for anger, tears! Every year there is rebirth. | ||
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