You Won't Always

No. 017October 16, 20248 lines1 min read

For you may not always sing so sweet.

Treasure the time you have on stage, For you may not always sing so sweet. Jump as high as you possibly can— The rim won't always be so easy to reach. Watch the pieces on the chessboard move, With love, for you won't always think so deep. But there's something you can do now That will bring all your past selves to their feet.

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No. 17

8 lines · 1 min read

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