The showers of smile,
and the floods of strife,
The anger runs a mile,
As its a part of life.
The diaries with folds,
The cake and the knife,
Many memories it holds,
and all the talks of life.
Never stay with the bad,
and recall the best part of life,
Never do what makes you sad,
There is only a single life.
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