Yesterday is history, today is still a mystery and what a lovely day there'll be tomorrow.
Tomorrow is just your yesterday's, today.
If we could put time in a bottle, there's nothing we couldn't do.
Time heals all wounds.
Today I'm as old as I've ever been.
Like time through the hour glass, these are the days of our lives.
Tick, tock. Tick, tock.
Let's start over.
Make every second count for something.
Always.
Never.
There's still time.
Maybe next time.
It's too late.
....and up on the hill is a cemetery, never let it be too late.
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