Enter The Poet - In The Majority Of One
Time will pass quickly, and you will want it to stay
Some friends will hold on, while others will stray
Days will grow short, and far too many to count
All of your accomplished tasks just won't amount
If there was no end, to this preciously short ride
Would we care where our time does now abide
Some friends will hold on, while others will stray
Days will grow short, and far too many to count
All of your accomplished tasks just won't amount
If there was no end, to this preciously short ride
Would we care where our time does now abide
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