The Hands Of Time
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Juan Olivarez
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The hands of time don't stop,
They run on endlessly.
They run from bottom to the top,
Time flies before you see.
One minute you're young and strong,
And nothing fazes you.
The next minute you don't belong,
And the years around you flew.
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