Life is a compromise;
Between birth and death,
Between body and soul,
Between heaven and hell.
Life is a compromise;
Like a rented room-
Less lived,
Less owned,
Like a colorful orchard-
Less rooted,
Lost all it's forest teeth.
Life is a compromise;
And those who wished it not,
Lived a less lasting life.
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