Make yesterdays
Come in yearning
For life today
Is with learning
What hope gives
In morrow's turning
Freshness is always
Taking and giving
Allowing its ways
To each kind of living
Some never stays
In its own thriving
Heart beats the time
Songs to follow
Reason in rime
Or it's all hollow
Taking its prime
Through every wallow
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