I looked to the sky in hopes of a bright new day.
But all I could see was dark clouds ahead.
I searched and I searched the whole day through;
But peace was too far beyond my reach.
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Death comes one and to us all no matter what we do.
But if all thoughts revolve around this what life is that to be.
How can fretting give me anymore time than what is meant to be.
Tis always easy to moan and groan of what little time we have.
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