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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In the same town, in the same house, two brothers were born in a nice and calm countryside where roses had no thorns. In the same place, this morn, two twins received this fife to whistle ad-lib notes for this unknown melody, called life. At night, Jai liked to count the stars perched on his wooden stool. His brother, Jim, was scared by the meteors and dark ghouls. Jai liked to learn and go to school. His brother saw learning rife with the hard work of playing this difficult melody, called life. Which of cacophony or harmony rules in the universe, so vast? Jai enjoyed every moment. Jim knew a good thing never lasts. Yet, in front of an ecclesiast both in turn, for their wife, sworn deep or high-pitched tones for this harmonic melody, called life. Discouraged, Jim threw in the towel when work paid no attention. Jai recited some lines when life was full of tensions. In the time of incomprehension, when the devil throws his strife, keep faith and keep going forward in this chaotic melody, called life. Two brothers, two opposite visions. When their life reached their sunset, one saw he had a Moby Dick life. The other could only mope with regrets. So they thought, at the last tourniquet, before leaping into the afterlife and humming the last notes of this chosen melody, called life.
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