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In the labyrinth of life one walks winding path Full of triumph, trials, turquoise tears, lime laughs If you believe in John Lennon’s yellow yesterday You may embrace the rear view mirror reminiscing And possibly miss the most beautiful moments Like the rise of a Phoenix sun or It’s setting like a fireball rolling down green hills Like the marriage of mother moon Pregnant in unknown black galaxies To the silvery stars that call a poet’s heart These vibrant views are nice in a photo But in the present they are priceless Worthy of undivided attention and respect Lennon believed in yesterday but “ Isn’t it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet?”
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