Time's Tune

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Friends, there are three
They frolic and play
Where their mothers can see
So nothing will lead them astray

Now there is two...
For the first one was lost
There was nothing they could do
Her life was the cost

Just one is left
She sits here and swings
For death was the theft...
As her old age sings





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