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Life worth Beating For


We take it for granted and yet it does not care                                                                                                                                                                                                                        It goes on working without a prayer                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      We never think about it in our normal day                                                                                                                                                                     And yet it doesn't really have a say                                                                                                                                                                                                                           It keeps on going and helps us stride                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        It gives us feelings of great pride                                                                                                                                                                                     It is really responsible for many things                                                                                                                                                                        Helping us throughout our day white it sings                                                                                                                                                                        It is the reason we make certain decisions                                                                                                                                                                      And can also be good for certain passions                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   It is a pink organ and beats in our chests                                                                                                                                                                                                       Going thump thump, thump thump without any rest                                                                                                                                                                                   Yes it is our heart indeed                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           So always let it be the one who leads

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