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Oh to be a bird at dawn,

Knowing not when it was born.

Sings its song as if its first.

By no memories accursed.

Lives each day as if its last.

Doesnโ€™t count the seasons past.

Cleverer than any sage โ€”

Has no wish to know its age.

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien