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Threads of life are all connected And what you find is not expected Surprises of good and bad will come Even things you can't fix with rum Play all day and cry all night Finding escape in nothing right What brings you sorrow Keeps off tomorrow Trying whenever to only fail Confidence is all too frail Dying slowly all are we Life can seem not so free. Come what may onto your thread Keep on living 'cause you're not dead.
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