AS TIME PASSES ME BY
by Alice G.
The butterflies are floating through the air.
The grass is green,
and the trees are tall.
As the wind whistles through my hair,
I let life pass me by.
As time ticks and the clock goes by,
the flowers grow taller as life passes me by.
And I dream of floating right on by.
But now it's time to stop dreaming,
and wake up to a hot summer day.
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