Life is not fair,
Life is nothing
But an open air
Full of fire.
Life is not a source of
Happiness but dear
We are to stay happy
As we know there is
No other option to live
Together here.
We forget how good
We are, and we forget
Our own power, and we
Are missing to share.
And still, we are to live,
We are to sing and play,
We are to see and dance
And we are to love and enjoy.
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