I have reached a point in life where a weeks seem like a few days and months seem like a few weeks.
Time is fleeting, fleeting, fleeting
Like meeting in a garden of fire flies
Knowing this will only be for the twilight time
And then fleet until we meet again.
My heart is beating, beating, beating
So I meet this moment in time
And look forward to each twilight
Then on to a new day's sunshine.
One after the other they come and go,
And each meeting is fleeting so.
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