life as we know
is like a bouquet of rose
its sweet smelling nectar
convicts you to sweet surrender
but the thorns, oh the thorns
will deviate your course
you will crash into the storms
that turn your world in a flop
that is life
yes the life we know
its fair
and we are all living it
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