I stepped into your home in a short white coat
You asked me what year I was in
I answered, I asked you how your day was
You told me, “it is as good as it gets!” (smiling)
As you count down the days
I think to myself (nervously)
We both are counting down the days
But the way you’ve chosen to peer at future days is
One I will never forget
One we will count on
One that will prevail
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