Whether contrive the good or any sin
Serve the nameless or any kin
Either show up the love or the might
Same comes to you some day or a night
Quench one's thirst or steal the meal
Stab the dagger or mend and heal
'Today' is always followed by 'Tonight'
Its upto you - let it go or hold it tight
What to reap and what to sow
To recieve gratitude you have to bow
Remember, an echo follows the sound
The same returns...this world is short...this world is round
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