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Time goes by, the years go by,
like a river that never stops,
with its waters of dreams and passions,
weaving stories that the wind holds.
The wrinkles tell of lost loves,
of laughter and weeping, of sun and shadow,
for in every furrow of our skin
there is an eternal echo that the soul overflows.
Time goes by, yes, and the years go by,
but in every heartbeat there is life in bloom,
let us celebrate the now, the here, the present,
For every instant is a song of love.