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Saturday, August 1, 2009

seasons of love

its the first of august, that means i have to start school in like a month. its sad really, time goes by so fast. life is such a short thing.

500,250,600 minutes
500, 250, 600 moments so dear
500, 250, 600 minutes.
how do you measure, measure a year

in daylights, in sunsets
in midnights, in cups of coffee
in inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife,
in 500, 250, 600 minutes.
how do you measure, a year in the life

howabout love
howabout love
howabout love
measure in love
seasons of loooooooooove
seasons of loooooooooove

500,250,600 minutes
500, 250, 600 journeys to plan
500, 250, 600 minutes
how do you measure the life of a woman or man

in truths that she learned
or times that he cried
in bridges he burned
or the way that she died

its time now, to sing out
though the story never ends
lets celebrate
remember a year in the life of friends

remember the love
(oh, you got to, you got to remember the love)
remember the love
(you know that life is a gift from up above)
remember hte love
(share love, give love, spread love)
measure in love
(measure, measure you life in love)

seasons of looooooooove
seasons of looooooooove
(measure you life, measure your life in love)

sorry though the moment called for it.

Song By Rent.

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