Fly By

May 5, 2010
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It flies by like a plane up high.
like an eagle, with no boundries in the baby blue sky.
When I'm dead and gone it wont stand still. Sometimes I wonder if its even real.
Maybe its us that makes it go by.
If we all forgot about it, just let the thought slip,
It might slow down or even stop for a bit.
But we can't forget, we can't let it slip.
The thought will always be there, and as long as it is...
Time will fly by

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