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In many days of evil,in many ways i mingle,tears from innocent minds in a riddle....a morning days ar over,some resting days we may remember that many heart may not live to see some years to come december...ma fears i morn over,ma joys i set either,by so many ways we fear the rivers,tears fall like things fall apart.....the joy in every success,is not enough for the broken heart of every failure,but His grace happen to save us all...in many ways joys will run into your days,in thousand ways sadness will tear away from your life...so he said a living dog is better than a dead lion,so with hope your numbered days will be with great fortune.her soul i morn for,her abscens i tears for.luv,u may oneday morn for,just like u wil b morn for,yet your destiny many wil read from.your stories many wil sit for...a part you make,a part they run through...legacy counts in ma diary,so every heart must be countary.....alasss.KAYZEN.