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I celebrate nothing.

I am only a copy of a copy.

Living to be better than the original.

But when it ends,

Can I say that it was worth it?

No matter what I do,

Where I go, who I meet,

Death will come upon me.

Yet the endless cycle will repeat,

And thus a new copy is born.

So if this is life for each and every living thing,

Then I guess that I should celebrate,

The greatest gift givin to me,

The birth of a copy.