Life
We are born, then we die.
But there are things in between.
Even things we've never seen.
Things that we react as "oh, my"
Life is joyful
But then there's tragedy
The world seems at times as obscene
it makes us feel doubtful.
What can we say?
It isn't easy.
The world we live today,
life is not a breeze.
It's a cruel world.
So lets have a strong hold.
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