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Days
Good days, bad days
Both come and go
Which day the morning sun will bring
I do not know
Bad days are a struggle
I hope to win
Good days are my hope
When a new day begins
I must be strong
To face each day
No matter good or bad
Come what may
Both come and go
Which day the morning sun will bring
I do not know
Bad days are a struggle
I hope to win
Good days are my hope
When a new day begins
I must be strong
To face each day
No matter good or bad
Come what may
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