Another day crawls silently toward its end. Another twenty four hour that we’ll never see again have soon gone by. We’ve done things we are proud of and things we’ll regret. But for most of us, this day has been just like any other day. It was the future, it is the present and it will soon be the past. Tomorrow it’s only a mere memory, in a week it will all be forgotten.
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Sing a song that no one’s heard
Go some place where no one’s been
Catch a view that no one’s seen
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