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Death is like air abundant everywhere.                                                                                                 And it lerks always coming around.                                                                                                      Silently waiting for you don't  dare.                                                                                                                                                          No hurry to be six feet under.                                                                                                             Take time to smell the flowers and the grass.                                                                                    Watch the sky puffy clouds roll by.                                                                                                      Hold dear to life, it's as fragile as glass.                                                                                                                                                    Enjoy every moment before death.                                                                                                     Live, Love, Laugh, without any kind of fret.                                                                                              A life lived fully will have no regret.

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