snapshots.

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days go quick and nights go fast,
moments end, when you want them to last,
an echo of laughter, a memory of fear,
snapshots of time that you hold so dear.

you come to realise that life is short,
you have less time than you thought.
so live each day as if it's the last,
'cause one day your future will be somebody's past.

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