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Hello my friend, my only friend the night's said bye, and reached its end the sun says hi! and slips over the bend the day is nigh, its time to mend No matter the times that life throws at us no matter the cracks that grow within we must wake up and not make a fuss we must find calm in the noisy din Away and afar do we have to go the trail is rough, the fatigue in our toes but stand up and shake it off, dear one there is still so much to be done If you feel tired, I will lend you my strength If you have lost desire, I will find it again If you feel mired, I will show you the way If you wish to rest, I will hold you, and gently sway Don't give up now, give up on the regret Take a deep breath, and get off that bed the bed of roses, you have made for yourself soon they will be thorns, and you will be dead Make use of the time, that life gives free that slips slyly by, as you sit and dream It's now or never, my only friend One day at a time, and you can rest at the end
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Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 3:04 AM UTC
Time to rise
Hello my friend, my only friend the night's said bye, and reached its end the sun says hi! and slips over the bend the day is nigh, its time to mend No matter the times that life throws at us no matter the cracks that grow within we must wake up and not make a fuss we must find calm in the noisy din Away and afar do we have to go the trail is rough, the fatigue in our toes but stand up and shake it off, dear one there is still so much to be done If you feel tired, I will lend you my strength If you have lost desire, I will find it again If you feel mired, I will show you the way If you wish to rest, I will hold you, and gently sway Don't give up now, give up on the regret Take a deep breath, and get off that bed the bed of roses, you have made for yourself soon they will be thorns, and you will be dead Make use of the time, that life gives free that slips slyly by, as you sit and dream It's now or never, my only friend One day at a time, and you can rest at the end
A day is nothing in the big picture, but it is everything for a fly that lives a day.
siddharth-penmetcha
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Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 3:04 AM UTC
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