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Closer To The Grave Everyday

We're moving towards this unforeseeable place -
Towards the same goal, but in different directions.
We look at our journey in different ways
With the same eyes, but with different dimensions.

The hour or the moment we don't know,
It's as unpredictable as they say.
Days go by reaping what we sow
As we move closer to the grave everyday.

The journey is too short for melancholy strain,
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