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When I see how fast the years fly by
I feel a sense of panic rise It breaks my heart to realize I'll some day have to say good-bye I can't believe how soon you grow so much to learn, so much you know I want to stay and see it all be there for you each time you call How can it be our time is gone before our chance to get together we barely had begun our friendship before our chance is gone forever Let's stop the clock, before the bell tolls use well this time we're given but if it wasn't meant to be I'll see you soon in Heaven
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