repeat repeat.
The days go on,
repeat repeat.
Lost and found,
fills and empties.
Plates and cups,
washed and dirtied.
Friends and foes,
eb and flow.
Facial hair,
shaved and then grown.
But somethings progress,
always changing,
New becomes old and then is replaced.
New becomes old sometimes it stays.
New becomes old it will slowly change.
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