You live in peace, live or die
like life is the feeling of the beautiful,
forget your fear and enjoy the full sail,
the pride of life, not can go hitting a nail.
In the morning, rising glorifying lights,
head up high and a nose
Giving thanks to God the idea of flight,
the pain of those - just spike of rose.
Do not use the grief face white,
Delight in the day that turns into delight
head held high for all to hear,
the grace of the Lord you have to forget about the fear.
Come death it allows grace,
birth and death is same race,
a life giving you ten and take it the end five,
Death is a prerequisite for all in life.
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