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Strange how time reveals itself so differently to you and I
How morning's dawn erases the pain of a night just gone by.
How one man's minute is filled with laughter while another suffers pain,
How one man sees all that he's lost while another sees what's left to gain.
How the tears of a child quickly become the tears of a dying man
Who has lived life to it's fullest and is making his final stand.
How time can alter and bring out what's inside of you
How it can heal wounds of the heart and give it hopes of new.
How day by day the miracles of my God never cease
How in the end, no matter how spent, time has too short a lease.

- Lindsey Brooks

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