But", so oft is asked,
When we relive the past.
It is given to decay,
And fades from view at last.
Lessons learned that day;
On wings shall fly away,
And ourfuture will be cast,
If we presume to stay,
In the land of yesterday,
We're speaking with our "butt"
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