In this one of many possible worlds,
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All for the best,
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Or something is our test,
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It is what it is,
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And whatever,
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Time is still the infinite jest
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The arrow flies when you dream,
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The hours tick away,
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The cells tick away
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The Watchmaker keeps to his schemes,
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The hours tick away, they tick away
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The measure of a life is a measure of love and respect,
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So hard to earn so easily burned
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The measure of a life is a measure of love and respect,
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So hard to earn so easily burned
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In the fullness of time,
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A garden to nurture and protect
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In the rise and the set of the sun,
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'Till the stars go spinning,
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Spinning 'round the night
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It is what it is, and forever
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Each moment of memory in flight
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The arrow flies while you breathe,
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The arrows tick away,
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The cells tick away,
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The Watchmaker has time up his sleeve,
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The hours tick away, they tick away
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The measure of a life is a measure of love and respect,
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So hard to earn so easily burned
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In the fullness of time,
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A garden to nurture and protect
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(It's a measure of a life)
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The treasure of a life is a measure of love and respect,
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The way you live,
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The gifts that you give
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In the fullness of time,
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Is the only return that you expect
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The future disappears into memory,
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With only a moment between,
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Forever dwells in that moment,
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Hope is what remains to be seen
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Forever dwells in that moment,
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Hope is what remains to be seen
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The Garden
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Rush |