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I look at the crowd,
young and old,
for time will pass,
untold.
An oldie I am for sure,
destiny lies for those to
yearn,
now it's time to separate
the good from the bad,
like a black sheep from a
lamb.
Our lives we live,
like yours and mine.
Like Whyville we stand,
for it is yours, it is mine.
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