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What If


When my time has come, and my hair is grey

And I look back on the life I've lived

I don't want to leave an open ends

 

Not thoughts starting with the phrase "What if..."

 

What good is our time here on earth, if in the end we have regrets

We are put here to be curious, to seek the truth, to find virtue

 

 

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