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Everything must change |
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Nothing stays the same |
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Everyone must change |
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No one stays the same |
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The young become the old |
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And mysteries do unfold |
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Cause that's the way of time |
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Nothing and no one goes unchanged |
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There are not many things in life |
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You can be sure of |
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Except rain comes from the clouds |
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Sun lights up the sky |
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And hummingbirds do fly |
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Winter turns to spring |
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A wounded heart will heal |
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But never much too soon |
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Yes everything must change |
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The young become the old |
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And mysteries do unfold |
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Cause that's the way of time |
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Nothing and no one goes unchanged |
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There are not many things in life |
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You can be sure of |
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Except rain comes from the clouds |
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Sun lights up the sky |
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And butterflies do fly |
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Rain comes from the clouds |
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Sun lights up the sky |
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And music |
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And music |
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Makes me cry |
