a song
at times it's short
at times it's long
you see I cherish it a lot
to say the least, it's all one's got
to each his own
of course
with some regrets
and some remorse
but also love
of which one never has enough
and so I sing this song away
every morning
every day
years and months and weeks
unless I'm sick
or struck down by bad fortune
but even so
it finds its way back to this weary soul
and lifts one up
from bottom straight back to the top
oh what a song it is
it's often miss
it's often hit
and I shall only wish to keep it lit
a little longer
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