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LIFE WILL SOON RETIRE
Like the grass that will soon wither
Life seems to be growing older
And like an artiste that is leaving the stage
Life is now seen in its old age
Its strength is coming to an end
And its vigour reaching its last bend
Having the mind that is fast losing its dream
Never to be supportive again like a strong beam
Like a river it will flow away
And vanish like the wind without any trace
How great it shall be on that day
When life retires from its race
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