In this one of many possible worlds, all for the best, or some bizarre test?
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It is what it is — and whatever
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Time is still the infinite jest
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The arrow flies when you dream, the hours tick away — the cells tick away
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The Watchmaker keeps to his schemes
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The hours tick away — they tick away
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The measure of a life is a measure of love and respect
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So hard to earn, so easily burned
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The measure of a life is a measure of love and respect
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So hard to earn, so easily burned
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In the fullness of time
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A garden to nurture and protect
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In the rise and the set of the sun
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'Til the stars go spinning — spinning 'round the night
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Oh it is what it is — and forever
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Each moment a memory in flight
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The arrow flies while you breathe, the hours tick away — the cells tick away
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The Watchmaker has time up his sleeve
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The hours tick away — they tick away
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The measure of a life is a measure of love and respect
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So hard to earn, so easily burned
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In the fullness of time
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A garden to nurture and protect
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(It's a measure of a life)
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The treasure of a life is a measure of love and respect
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The way you live, the gifts that you give
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In the fullness of time
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It’s the only return that you expect
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The future disappears into memory
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With only a moment between
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Forever dwells in that moment
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Hope is what remains to be seen
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Forever dwells in that moment
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Hope is what remains to be seen
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In the fullness of time
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A garden to nurture and protect
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(It's a measure of a life)
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In the fullness of time
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A garden to nurture and protect
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(It's a measure of a life)
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In the fullness of time
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A garden to nurture and protect
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(It's a measure of a life)
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In the fullness of time
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A garden to nurture and protect
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It’s a measure of a life
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It’s a measure of a life
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It’s a measure of a life
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It’s a measure of a life |