On this here very day,
Do you remember what you were doing,
I wonder what you'd say,
If you knew I knew the answer to that,
I'm not talking 'bout you,
I have documentation of my life,
All the way back to two thousand and two,
Even farther, if I don't want to rhyme,
That's the value of truth,
I can't say I've changed much over twelve months,
Except for fading youth,
I know, I know,
That was gone long ago,
The point is my memory's not that good,
So these Waths help me remember my woes.
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