On this in life you can depend:
Sometimes as you round a bend,
Something that to you is dear
That contributes to your cheer
Is suddenly at its end.
It can happen in any season
And indeed for sundry reasons.
You're in the middle of a yawn
When without warning gone
Is something very pleasin'.
When you reflect upon
This that you can count on,
When this happens to you,
Clearly what you must do
Is somehow continue on.
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