Recover the time, seize the day, it shalln't return,
For now's the hour to turn your dreams to deed.
Tomorrow's winds may shift, and fortune spurn,
Thus haste today, for time may quickly speed.
Awake to greet the morning's sweet blue hue
An ornament surpassing the earthly honor.
The early butterfly drinks full in the golden dew,
While roses blush beneath sun's tender wonder.
Recover the time, make your day, for it won't stay;
The clock shalln't wait, nor pause for any plea.
Rise up from slumber, cast the night away,
For the fate is fickle, and not yours to see.
Recover the time, make haste before it fades,
And catch the star whose light forever stays.
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