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Everything must change Nothing stays the same Everyone willl change No one stays the same
The young become the old Mysteries do unfold For that's the way of time Nothing and no one goes unchanged
There are not many things in life You can be sure of...
Except, rain comes from the clouds Sun light up the sky Hummingbirds do fly
Winter turns to spring The wounded heart will heal But never much to soon But everything must change
The young become the old Mysteries do unfold But that's the way that time Nothing
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