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MAYBE When I was young timed moved slow Even wind slower did blow And water slowed to a flow This I remember and know Midlife came and time did speed up Seemed I had a half filled cup No more to feel a young pup Forward I go can’t backup Now I’m fast at growing old Memories are all I hold Old is not what I was told Still searching for all that gold. |