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Sometimes as days slip away
Where do the used up days go?
Do they take with them my dreams?
Years slip into years and flee
Where have all my years gone?
What have I left behind me in their wake?
Watching as parts of my life drift
Will I ever stop missing the days?
And long for times gone by.
But then I have but to stop
There is yet so much that is golden
And count again the blessings in my life.
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