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time flies when you’re having fun
sun is fading, starts to bleach
each autumn sooner comes around
sounds like melancholic rhyme
time flies when you’re having fun
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Seasons of life
Waar mijn pen ligt, ben ik thuis
Wherever I lay my pen, that's my home
Waar mijn pen ligt, ben ik thuis 
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