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We are born not knowing what's ahead
Into a world when wanted or not
Some of us
We grow up living the years given
Some fall like the Autumn leaves
The fortunate of us grow old
Like the fallen, through our years we may grieve
Eventually everyone faces life's decision
In many ways this event can be triggered
For many of us are prepared or not
When our flame no longer flickered