In the game of the Children's Play,
In the summers and in holidays,
There may be dumb ways to die every,
Moment and then be alive the very,
Other moment, it's only a life perspective;
But only a chosen few will ever have,
An opportunity to teach others,
How to live, and how to die a life.
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