E-very man has his own journey,
V-ile clime may he weather;
E-ach ocean one is sailing on
L-ets him face a rugged water.
Y-es, it's indeed truly so, for the wind really changes;
N-ovember sixteenth morn may bring peace and calmness.
F-rom the time we start to travel,
A-long the horizon is a strife;
J-ust look at what lies ahead,
I-n the journey of
L-ife.
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