I'm not going to cry today,
Over the things I failed to do.
I'm going to sing a song,
And let the sun shine through. I'm not going to worry;
If my song is not a hit.
I'm going to sing all the high notes,
As I rock and sit. Life is too short, when you have lived long.
Don't worry about the tune,
Or where the words belong.
Just be happy, that you can hear, my song. Sing some songs--old or new.
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