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''Life a but a word that seeks to be written,
success is but a dust that seeks to be blow to rise and shine,
failure is but an enemy that fears only toil and sweat''
True love to me, my loveIs a feeling that do not moveIt is but a fix pendulumThat roams the worldAnd after its dirty shining journeyIt sleeps to restTill the next players come.