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Our moments fly apace,
Nor will our minutes stay,
Just like a flood our hasty days,
Are sweeping us away.
Well if our days must fly,
We’ll keep their end in sight,
We’ll spend them all in wisdom's ways,
Then let them speed their flight.
They'll waft us sooner o'er
This life’s tempestuous sea,
Soon we shall reach the peaceful shore,
Of blessed eternity.
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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MUSIC
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LISBON
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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