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                     I'm getting older.

                 The weather's getting colder.

                  Friendships have reached an end.

                     We've drifted apart.

                      It's hard on my hard.

               I can't ignore.  I'm not a child anymore.

          All the things I used to do.

           When I think of them, make me blue.  

   Time goes by in the blink of an eye.

      It can make you cry.

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