Time moves on more slowly now
As every minute counts somehow
We savor all as hours pass
Because we know these are the last.
There is no choice we can make
To hope to end or stop the ache
What is to be, ’twill be so
But until then tis status quo !
Time moves on more slowly now
As every minute counts somehow
We savor all as hours pass
Because we know these are the last.
There is no choice we can make
To hope to end or stop the ache
What is to be, ’twill be so
But until then tis status quo !
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