Not too far from our gray cities,
There are skies so clear and blue,
There are beaches, there are valleys,
Where the sweet sun shines on you.
So, count your garden by the flowers
Never by the leaves that fall
Count your days by golden hours
Don’t remember clouds at all.
Count your night by stars, not shadows,
Count your life with smiles, not tears,
And with joy through all your lifetime
Count your age by friends, not years.
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