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Life


Red roses, Blue skies,

looking at the sun, hiding behind that line.

Late nights, early mornings,

all apart of life,

studying to win that prize

All A's, No B's

Trying to make them smile

Hard work, No time

to sit and play the fool

Youtube the thing that makes me smile

Mama always told me hard work, is all the time

Have faith and you will,see the prize

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