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Everything must change |
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Nothing stays the same |
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Everyone will change |
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No one stays the same |
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The young become the old |
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And mysteries unfold |
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'Cause that's the way of time |
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Nothing and no one goes unchanged |
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There are not many things in this life |
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That you can be sure of |
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Except the rain comes from the clouds |
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The sun lights up the sky |
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And hummingbirds do fly |
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Winter turns to spring |
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A wounded heart will heal |
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But never much too soon |
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Yes, everything will change |
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'Cause there are not many things in this life |
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That you can be sure of |
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Except the rain comes from the clouds |
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The sun lights up the sky |
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And hummingbirds do fly |
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Winter turns to spring |
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A wounded heart will heal |
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But never much too soon |
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Yes, everything must change |
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There are not many things in this life |
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That you can be sure of |
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Except the rain comes from the clouds |
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The sun lights up the sky |
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The rain comes from the clouds |
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The sun lights up the sky |
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The rain comes from the clouds |
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The sun lights up the sky |
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And music, sweet music, makes me cry |
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Everything will change |
