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There is at least one something daily
That makes me yearn for sweet yesterdays.
There is at least one something daily
To sweep my mind far away.
There are perhaps a thousand maybes
But I'm content right here,
Until that little something daily, gaily
Coaxes out a tear.
There is at least one something daily
Caressing all my past.
There is at least one something daily
Questioning why it couldn't last.
There are perhaps a thousand maybes
But I'm happy to stay,
Until that little something daily, gaily
Calls from yesterday.
There is at least one something daily
That whispers in my ear.
There is at least one something daily
That says you should be here.
There are perhaps a thousand maybes
But I ignore each one,
And I'll ignore that something daily,
For I know the past is done.
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