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The world is turning now
but it doesn't matter.
In a week, I will not even
think of this day.
I will sift through my memories
and be happy with my life.
I have thrown down my whip,
and learned tht my past
was all much to do about nothing
Who's new sun will I see?
When my world slows down,
What will appear before me?
I thank the heavens for all
they have enstore
For all they have done
I thank them more.
