Conjectural punch lines
Between good and bad,
What in the peace outshines
Both happy and sad;
There's way with indifference
But it will never stay,
If you give peace a chance
In the moment deray
Try not out your luck
With up filling a wish,
You could be forever stuck
In what it then never is;
Fulfillments and changes
On the long roads ahead,
Futures still rearranges
When they are made ared.
What man's from life driven
Are like axes of the field,
From the progeny given
And the soil concealed;
There's way for new hope
Another story untold,
In fate's ancient grope
What destiny will behold.
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