When my friend had a change of heart,
He really had a change of heart.
He got someone else's heart,
Who didn't need it anymore.
Swapping hearts, new body parts,
To continue for another little while.
Time really is a precious thing;
Now, every second replaces every day.
Productive moments in a seductive world,
Become the tool by which each day
Is measured, again and again.
Sleep a little easier. It was a good day.
Lose those jealous feelings, when others
Seem to waste their time, their health.
Rather focus on extra time granted and
Through example, lead to the final whistle.
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