It is the smaller things that make up this world
And you never know when you will wake up
And the day will make it a little smaller
The sunset a little longer
The goodbye a little shorter
We die, by the small things
And what sunset brings
Everything is a little less
After the Lord's bless
To leave and slip away
When you wake up one day
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