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what is life?


Such an exasperating thing to ask

What is it? Is it love, fulfillment no

I never got this question fully grasped

Is the answer to live it or never grow?

 

I asked a wise man but got nowhere fast

He told me life goes by extremely quick

To chose my cards right and my life will last

His words summed was to treasure this gift

 

But in the end the answer is quite clear

The answer depends on the person’s view

Find it yourself and you'll find it I swear

Just try the idea and you’ll see it’s true

 

The answer isn’t something you can push

You'll find it like you'll hear a bird in a bush

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