Doing a crime a matter of evil
And got freedom a matter of skill
A story circumstances since centuries
Mid-day thought everyone chill
Come stayed, and departed
What is life matter of travel
Meet me at destination if could be possible
What is life, it's just a matter of stile.
How could be discussed at a occasion
This matter is belongs to everyone's life and life style.
There is pathway, but not destination
Is it matter of worshiful
Friends you can purchase faith in the market openly
Its matter of woundiful.
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