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Everything must change |
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nothing stays the same |
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everyone must change |
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no one stays the same |
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the young become the old |
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and mysteries do unfold |
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cause that's the way of time |
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nothing and no one goes unchanged |
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there are not many things in life |
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you can be sure of |
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except rain comes from the clouds |
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sun lights up the sky |
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and hummingbirds do fly |
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winter turns to spring |
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a wounded heart will heal |
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but never much too soon |
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yes |
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everything must change |
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the young become the old |
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and mysteries do unfold |
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cause that's the way of time |
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nothing and no one goes unchanged |
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there are not many things in life |
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you can be sure of |
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except rain comes from the clouds |
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sun lights up the sky |
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and butterflies do fly |
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rain comes from the clouds |
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sun lights up the sky |
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and music |
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and music |
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makes me cry |
