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Life


Life

You started the minute when I was conceived

You capture and treasurer the good memories as well as the bad

You can never start back over but only move forward

You carry on even when I give up

You keep going and going even when I am sleep

You get tangle up forgetting the most important things

You have ways of teaching lessons that are never forget

You come in many different forms, you are never the same

You can fly in split of a second never to be seen again

You will parish when I die, but will start again the minute another person is conceived

I am the circle of life 

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