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Day 1 started out badly |
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Day 2 left me perplexed |
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I would have stopped at Day 3 gladly |
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but Day 4 came next |
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and as the days turn into weeks |
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and as the weeks turn into months |
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you start to turn into yourself |
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you only get to do it once |
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you close your eyes |
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you realize-- |
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our days are numbered |
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our nights are, too |
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there were so many I could have spent with you |
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we got no credit for the full amount |
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our days were numbered |
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but they didn't count |
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Day 5 felt like it took ages |
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it seemed that Day 6 would never arrive |
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but when I looked up from turning the pages |
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it was Day 365 |
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How did I miss another year? |
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and what will happen to the rest |
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as my days all disappear? |
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no one will process my request |
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to add a few to spend with you |
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Our days are numbered |
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they've always been |
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events have played out |
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they can't be pulled back in |
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some linger with you, some barely come to view |
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our days are numbered |
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and out of order, too |
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la la la |
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somehow it just occurred to me |
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I never thought of it before |
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you know I never thought I'd see |
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Day 12,034 |
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sounds like a lot |
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but it's not |
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no it's not |
