In almost 25,000 days,
I've learned about people and their ways,
There are many good and many bad;
Most will make you sometimes sad.
In almost 25,000 days,
I've had many pets, with which to play.
There all good, rarely bad;
Most will hardly ever make you sad.
In almost 25,000 days,
I now choose to be alone.
Don't cry for me, or even phone;
I'm just fine, Home Alone.
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