Though for all of us there is a last night and day
It is great to be alive is all I can say
I cannot understand those who wish to be dead
They cannot be as some do say right in the head
In the wooded park nearby birds whistle and sing
And the fruit trees are in their pink blooms of the Spring
The sun it is shining on a beautiful day
How great to be living is all I can say
On this September morning of twenty degrees
The warmth of Spring is in the freshening breeze
The flute of the magpie melodious and clear
How great to be alive at this time of the year
The sun shining bright in a clear blue sky
And the nesting birds singing in the wood nearby.
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