In the morning of my life, I did not measure time
It was ample, there's enough, eternity seems mine
Then noon time came, it still abounds, comes in a steady pace
Although I counted it by years, still no cause for haste
In the sunset I fret, it's no longer plentiful
I count it by the days, wish that I be given more
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