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days come and days go,

they drift away like the waters flow.

you'll never see that day again,

for as time goes it scatters to the four winds.

as each pressing moment turns into an hour,

it blossoms like a wild sunflower.

why is it easy?

why is it hard?

is it sometimes meant to be a lifeguard?

to lift us from the depths of hell?

or is it just to annoy us like a high pitched bell?

whatever the reason, we'll never know

but time still will come,

and time still will go.