Every day is really two days in one
The one lived in some reality
And the one lived in some memory
Like night and daylight
Part of the purpose of each day
Must be spent reviewing yesterday
So little time is left for the future
The things of our creation
And destruction we hardly notice
How powerful we are
Living to remember what's real
Though we feel we don't really have to
It's all written down somewhere
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