Over, above in the high sky,
Though the soul must fly,
At that time we won’t die,
If we have, love of beautiful guy.
If we follow commandments ten,
We won’t have to worry about, then,
Friendship is the way of life,
Misguided one think, never the like,
Good deeds are itself God,
No one was here as lord.
Good deeds make men God,
Philosophers are as example shown
Our life is a bundle of mission,
From those choose one best,
You will have your real vision,
But, never, never the next,
Friendship is the way of life,
Mis-guided one thinks, never the like.
It depends on the purity of soul,
You find (get) love, love at all
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