faithfully
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I DON'T THINK, OF YESTERDAY. LET'S TO THINK, WHAT IS TODAY? SUN COMES, ALWAYS, BRAND-NEW. WHY TO SEE SUN, AS GREY.
The moments, ordinary, have started adding up,
From sharing meals together, or coffee in a cup,
Subtract the times when sadness had tried to seize the way,
As love returned with gladness; a new and brighter day.
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