Let the living face the sun
for they have life not yet done.
Let them live like there's no tomorrow.
Let them live like there is no sorrow.
Let them cast their fate to the wind.
Let them enjoy being undisciplined.
For all too soon the living is changed
and all of these things are rearranged
as they discover a new adventure.
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