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Time slips by like a quiet breeze,

Rustling softly through the trees.

You cannot hold it in your hand,

Yet it shapes each dream we plan.

It teaches us to laugh and grow,

To let something go with the flow.

Each tiny moment, big or small

Becomes a memory after all.

Sometimes we wish that time would stay,

Or slow itself for just one day.

But every sunrise, every night

Reminds us life keeps moving bright.

Time keeps moving, last and wild,

Leaving memories far behind.

So live each day with joy and care,

For each moment is rare.