Today's been fun,
But now it's done,
Resolving in a flurry
Of joyful songs,
And hours of long
Renouncing any worry.
But as your friend,
I must amend
To being almost sorry
That all this shirking
Wasn't working
To fill our lifetime's story.
So, help me see
That any tree
Can bear a different flavor
When winter comes,
And all is done,
It's just the taste of labor.
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