T-ime is passing by,
W-ith each day flying fast;
I-'ll tell don't waste opportunities,
N-ever turn back the past.
K-iss yesterday goodbye,
L-ook at what lies ahead,
E-arly Wednesday April nineteenth, let the gray turn into red.
D-on't let the chance slip away,
A-iming to soar up high;
T-ick of the clock runs out,
A-s time is passing by.
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