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How do we know
The length of our days? Is it the number of children we raise? Is it the length Of our parent's lives? Or how many years We've spent with our wives? None of these are The answer, I feel. In love's embrace My fate is sealed. Others find solace In awards they win. Some spend their lives In a war against sin. Everyone has Their own life goals, Some high achievement Straight from their souls. Some may be wrong And some may be right. The key to it all Is to keep up the fight. Even if... You don't know how... You better begin And do it right now.
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