Life goes by quite fast
And sooner than you know it
You're living in the past
Sweet life is played as its writ
Just as softly as the gentle winds blow through the trees,
As discouraging as this may seem,
Sad hearted moments come as they please
And to think that life is made up of but one dream
Life is a puzzle, a trick, a play
Your life is created by you
And its destiny is to come to a halt one fufilled day
Life is completed only by few
You will have your friends and your health
Most important of all, remember to never lose yourself.
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