NO ONE KNOWS
The myriad feats of God
are strange,
No one knows,
Who will die and how will die,
Sometimes healthy goes away,
Sometimes deathly pale raises,
Someone gets fame without work,
Someone becomes the victim,
All die in accident,
but one escapes in the same accident
This is comedy or tragedy of errors
No one knows
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