Peculiar it may be,
We live life so blissfully.
Many years have come,
Many more have gone,
Day after day we go on,
Happy as can be.
We repeat 365 day's,
Every year.
Each day we live,
We forget to remember,
In some year,
At some time,
In one day,
Out of the 365,
We will never see another.
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