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If All Goes To Plan
If my life span's at least eighty-three years,
I've seven-thousand, nine-hundred and two
days to laugh, smile, sing, and shed tears
and as many rebirths
for with each Sunrise
a new life is given
a fresh privilege to prove
that I'm perfecting
this grand thing we call living.
I've seven-thousand, nine-hundred and two
days to laugh, smile, sing, and shed tears
and as many rebirths
for with each Sunrise
a new life is given
a fresh privilege to prove
that I'm perfecting
this grand thing we call living.
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