Today,
I fell flat on
My face
Before I learned to
Fly
Today,
I'll live forever,
But
Tomorrow,
I will die.
Tomorrow is
Approaching
Fast.
This I cannot
Deny.
Another day,
I'll live again.
This morning...
Now...
I die.
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