When each new day gives birth
to you, again - remember
your past life, the day
before. And all you learned,
and resolved to never
learn again. Once, for all
and good - this time, would
finally be yours. Today, or
as the day wears on
to weariness, tomorrow
maybe does the trick. But
what were lessons for
today? Oh
damn, to tired now
for that. As each night crawls
back to its womb: you,
you know, you'll make it
up some other life.
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