Where has time gone,
I look under the pillows,
where I sleep,
then look at the calendar,
hung on the wall,
I look into the mirror,
it is way to kind,
for all the years and time,
loves ones come and gone,
same as friendships to,
sailing away to a new dawn,
as one day, I will do.
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