Just Time
It starts at birth
Innocent and sweet
We grow
Then it all begins
We live
With words we begin to speak
As we adapt
To height and age
We begin to grow old
Or die an early age
We live
We love with passion
Were loved by something
We want to beloved
We were made
We lived
We die
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