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Sitting and thinking, wondering why
Knowing from within, that we all shall die We can’t runaway, there’s no escape For someday tomorrow We’ll all reach that bend But why is it done in a ruthless way Why do we kill, our innocence and youth! Why do we slaughter, peace in our lives! What will we gain? When knowing someday That we’ll all fade away! Death is a promise, Life is a brief No road for eternal Except in goodwill deeds! Oh dear nations wake up No one is superb Don’t follow that fiend, His way is well known, He’s a very bad end Start loving one another Grant harmony to our lives Cause this is the option! For fronting good drives
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