Founder's Canon
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ur days are slipping away
Just out of our grasp
There goes another day
Gone into the past
They never seem to last
At all very long
So while these moments pass
Let’s try to hold on
The minutes, they slip by us
Faster and faster still
The seconds, they deny us
All our wishes ’till
We will hold on to these moments
Forever, as long as can be
Just put down our defense
And let ourselves be free
Let’s make these good times last
Be together, happy at least
Before they’re gone into the past
Just out of our reach
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