They gave me days
They gave me 23
To live and breathe
And really see
They gave me days
They gave me 23
Days of calendars
And clocks
Twenty-three
Twenty-three
And after all
His miracles
He still believed
In twenty-three
Has he?
Smelled your fur?
Quite possibly
If it were only
Twenty-three
But it's all a big if
Whether or not
She's true
Twenty-three
I don't know
But twenty-three
One last hurrah
For twenty-three
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