It always came to him as a new day,
He never came to that thought,
Time, weeks, months, years passed on,
Friends never changed or separated (friends bond), ...
Another day of toil and strife,
Another page so white,
Within that fateful Log of Life
That I and all must write;
Another page without a stain
To make of as I may,
That done, I shall not see again
Until the Judgment Day.
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