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DO you know why Time flies by so slow / When we are sad and old? / Why he turns and waits as if loath to go / On his journey cold? / Because from our coffers of hope and youth, / Where we kept life's gold, / He has stolen our treasures all, in sooth, / From their sacred hold.
He who came with a gift in hand / Was a robber bold.
He whose greeting was smooth and bland / Was a wolf in the fold.
And this is the reason that he goes by, / When we're worn and old, / So slowly, because he can scarcely fly / With his weight of gold.