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***What are days for?
Days are where we live.
They come, they wake us
Time and time over.
They are to be happy in:
Where can we live but days?
Ah, solving that question
Brings the priest and the doctor
In their long coats
Running over the fields.***
---Philip Larkin, Collected Poems
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Life is but a day; A fragile dew-drop on its perilous way From a tree's summit.
---John Keats