Is our life a playing of dice?
That now we have to pay the price?
Not only once, but twice and thrice
And at the end, why aren't we nice?
The problem is that sometimes we
Forget the truth, and want to flee
To world's far from all the worlds
Alas I cannot say the words
It's out of hands, fated by God
What we can do is just respond
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