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My life


My life is an open book, That led me through every nook, And every corner of discovery, Of life's long journey My life is like a theories That full of mysteries But it is a kind of reality Written in my diary. My life is a sweet music With a meaningful lyric Like the love we made That never been fade My life was forged in fire As metal stone and wire Symbolizes its own firmness With its natural goodness My life and it's portrait, More on care than hate. For God  love me always, Who lead in a smooth pathways.
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