Struggle embellish the life
No struggle is the end of life
What such a bonny life
Which establish a proudy highlight
Modern intances tell the truth
There is the lack of labour
In this tiny short life
Everyone wants to tarry
Obstacle from their life.
Who beholds the past they
Live in melancholy
You bore plaintive memory.
Who wants to console the thread of life
They should have to face a danger fight.
Life is running like a pard.

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