Look at the life you are leading
Do you find it ever pleasing?
Then why don’t we do reasoning for joys and sorrows often repeating.
In his broad lake, we are swimming
Our ships may start sinking
Do not yell at it blinking we are made for disappearing
But before our ships start sinking
Do things that will be reflecting
Your image in history with lingering
Then your life had a real meaning
Before your role comes to end
Try to make god your true friend
No force in mighty that god’s legend
Pray and trust him until you’re moribund
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