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Time
By
Win Rainer
What is time
That we cannot spend it as we choose,
What is life but time
That we in time must loose,
Cast to the wind such doubts of life
That time can never heal,
Accept the fact that life
In time, can hold a great appeal,
The gift of lfe is love
Therefore hope is there,
So life must be good
That no time can compare,
Give unto me such time,
To live my life, and be,
Secure in my mind and doubtless thought
Unto enfinty.
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