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Sing a happy song 'cause Spring does not last long
A flower blooms and then it's gone
Summer follows fast, make hay while it lasts
Don't ever dwell upon the past
For one day you are here and the next you are gone
Every horse has its year and every dog its day, my son
So the only thing to feel sad about is
all the dogs and the horses you'll have to out-live
They'll be with you when you say good-bye
Then the fall from grace
The lines upon your face grow deeper almost every day
Days and weeks roll by and winter nights draw nigh
and everything that lives must die
For one day you are here and the next you are gone
Every horse has its year and every dog its day, my son
So the only thing to feel sad about is
all the dogs and the horses you'll have to out-live
They'll be with you when you say good-bye
But as the curtains close and the last prayers are said
all my dogs and my horses appear round my bed
They have come to say one last good-bye
Goodbye...
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