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All of us know,
That whatever we do
Or wherever we go
We’ll always come through
Our life is merely
A crossroad to take
And it should be clearly
Our destiny to make
No one knows
What he or she may become
So try to be among those
Who is all love, and not dumb.
We may grow older
And may sit, except do run.
And may need the help of a shoulder
And wish for some fun.
Our life is our life
And our life will go on
Until something strikes like a knife
And we leave and be gone.
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