For all the things that make you laugh.
For all the things that make you cry.
For all the things that make no sense.
And always leave you asking why.
Grapple life and never let go.
It's own surprises, they come and go.
You take the best and leave the rest,
make the most of what you have left.
For of all the words of pen and tongue,
the saddest are if only...
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