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Since our birth, we breathe,
Till the death comes to greet...

There's a race between life and time,
Some ran for knowledge, love, peace, and money,
But at some point,
Directly or indirectly, tiny or huge,
We must have committed some crime.....

We rise, we fall,
We fuss, we brawl,
We lie, we speak truth,
We learn and live, that's all.

Since our birth, we breathe,
Till the death comes to greet...

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