Life is Beautiful
without a destiny,
Life knows nothing,
always to be a mystery
Life means peace,
yet why so moody!
You know why....?
Because your Love
says you goodbye....
You are martyred,
Being a pure, alas!
you're betrayed,
Well, you're a lucky man yet,
You Shouldn't mourn
Which gift should be adorn...,
Because your destiny
now comes true,
Life is Beautiful.
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