It Is Not Ours
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It is not ours my friend
We borrow every minute from God
All we are is His my friend
Including whether we meet again
Such is the way of time
Any time might be a goodbye
Such is the prize we pay
For the joys we make
Hold tight my hand
It is my soul you touch
Don't shed no tear
For me don't tremble in fear
But take my dreams along
And find reasons to try
For what ever must come
It is God's what we become
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