Most times i dream, Sometimes i sigh, And when i feel, I sometimes cry. Other times i think Of things that passed, And often smile Knowing things pass fast. At times i wonder 'bout Those long and thoughtful days, And how useless it would be To waste my coming days. So gone is the past... ...You should live each day As though it were your last!
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