Is There Any Different?

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Friend or foe, it makes no different now,
When mortality embraced us;
Our fallen souls like snow,
An eternity graced in dust.

Lover or loser, it makes no different now,
When the truth and trust turn so frail;
Our happiness vanquished by sorrow,
An ordained boon we unhailed.

Today or tomorrow, it makes no different now,
When the fate continued this way;
Our affliction will always followed,
An undignified life we couldn’t stay.

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