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Time gone by
But none lost to the blink of an eye
All we have is gold
Though not one year is old

We find it all passes slow
And yet, where does it all go?

In memory may we forever keep
Each long and tireful week
And in the same let us forget
Every dreadful memory of regret
Until time does go to the wind as the crow
Reaches talons deep, to start a new show

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