Somethings better than nothing
Isn't always the case,
Where key memories arrest
The personality at its base.

Where the dreams within surround us
Like pillows upon which we rest our heads,
Take equal billing with our memories
And occupy us till death.

We temper times we wish would pass
With merriment and mirth,
In hopes that through it all one day,
We'll all give out to birth.

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