Life is, In all its pretty meanings, Like a number of stations Where one day you're up And one day you're down, One day you're rich and One day you're poor, One day you're in a pretty house And one day you're in an ugly tent, One day you're here and One day you're there, One day you're zero and One day you're ten, and This is our life, so Which station you want to be?
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