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What Life
We walk the streets with bumbling feet,
looking for something that ends in defeat.
The meaning of life and why we're here,
we just keep looking, but nothing seems clear.
What about death we have heard so much,
what to believe about god, death, life and such.
Its a guessing game that we cant win,
its the wheel of fortune, give it a spin.
Life is something we cant explain,
life is life my thoughts are in vein.
We will know one day what to believe
but it will be too late, so don't be naive.
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