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Days are so quickly done
And I've still much to do. The end may be far off Or just a breath away. My list is very long: Things I've dreamed of doing, Places and wonders to be seen. So many words are waiting To be written down. I need more time to love The people in my life And those I've yet to meet. I feel a sense of urgency To keep moving on, As I check things off My ever growing list. Days move more swiftly I've still so much to do Before I'm gone.
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