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Falling Gracefully


I realize, that it is about the prize second is not an option but the first makes your life so they decide, my education the clothes I wear, my diet everything should be perfect or you are not human You stand straight or there will be consequence, you sleep tight never get to hear wake up early this is your life till you realize it is the time when you start to wear black suit and a tie Money, Money, Money, where is the fun, the time to soak under the sun We grow wanting everything, having everything but do we realize the true value things that money can't buy can you put a price on a smile, or the time that you can't buy back, or being with the ones you love when you do, you would fall gracefully into the arms heaven without regretting the moments spent on earth
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