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Philip Larkin

Philip Larkin

Days
What are days for?
Days are where we live.  
They come, they wake us  
Time and time over.
They are to be happy in:  
Where can we live but days?
 
Ah, solving that question
Brings the priest and the doctor  
In their long coats
Running over the fields.

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