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Life is a strange game I have never understood its time and pace It seems to pass in a second But is remembered as a tragedy or a legend We lose people we love And find new people we hate But in the end We remember their love Not hatred And all this time This is all I could figure out about life This strange game called life Passes by as buzzing days and silent nights So enjoy it till you can Because tomorrow’s plan That you made Might just fail And get sucked into the black hole of death And you won’t get a second breath Shaleen, VIII,
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