We have our days,
For enduring affection;
Our turning ways,
Destruction abjection -
Passion of heart,
Feelings and mood;
Right from the start,
Refined or crude -
Our lovable thoughts,
Our hearts contend;
Our splits the odds,
Of rise and relent.
Candor and art,
All in our fate;
Right from the start,
We could debate.
We hold tight on to,
What we stand for;
It's sometimes so true,
Like peace and war.
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