Time Goes By . . .

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roseLike a rose in the spring,

my love starts to bloom

. . . and time goes by.

Like the reddest rose blooms fullest in the summer,

my love is also in its fullest bloom

. . . and time goes by.

Like in the fall the rose does fade,

my love also does fade

. . . and time goes by.

girl_roseLike the rose in the winter turns black and dies,

my love is also dead

. . . and time goes by.

But does love really die or does it just lay in sleep,

waiting to bloom again?

Everything changes and yet nothing changes.

Time will go on and people live

only to die in the end

. . . and time goes by.

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