Read your world well
For Times Bring Change
Olden Days Gone
All friendship in Doubt
Jokes no More
Levels seem apart
So High Self Viewed
Only God will tell
For High or Low
Only Him can tell
Smile when High
But treasure our Mother Past
For the same way up
Slides you Down
To meet what's left
Of what you set
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