Time flies on wings
Gliding high above
in your every dream
Flashing down the valley
when you're in a hurry
Or gently moving on
In your daily life
Actually all the time
Be it spurt or slide
Make it fast or slow
It isn't really so
Time, it keeps on passing
At it's steady rate
It ain't slow or speeding
That just was our imagination
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