Shall I live another day,
To say that life is short?
Only to breathe another hour,
With no time to report.
If death shall come upon me,
So be it well and true.
I lived a life that was tough
And still worked on through.
I can neither confirm or deny what another day will show;
Fate has a course we will never know.
Time is of the essence to spend it wisely with whom you love.

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