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There is Time



There is time when we have to work

And there is time when they pull our legs

Our age doesn’t stand still

And you are reaching old age;

In the regulations there is an opinion

When you are supposed to rest

So that your mind will rest

According to good order you work with all your heart

As long as your heart works well and in good order

You work from a young age until an age of sorrow

There is an age that you are great

And there is an age when you become a regulation

There is an age when you are a man

And there is an age when you are old

Every age has a rhythm

With joy and sadness

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