Forty-six takes pleasure in the act
Of being, as each moment sings of joy.
Regardless of the certainty of death,
There's beauty in the light that spirits buoy,
Yielding truths one need not take for fact.
So does one live within the house of breath,
Instrument of what none can destroy,
Xylophone among the bric-a-brac.
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