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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
Written by Calkid817
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