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Carpe Diem | ||
| The sun will warm the chilly morn. Everything will be reborn. The sleeping tree will stretch an arm, Confident it's free from harm. The armadillo finds its hole, Having met its nightly goal. And we will plan another day Ere it quickly slips away. We seize each moment we possess, Searching for our happiness. We find it deep within our soul, Glad to see that we are whole. | ||
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