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I have always tried my best It never seems to be enough Is this another test? Or I’m just being made tough Selfless I give my all Not that I have much It is the best thing so long as I don’t fall And in the end my eggs will hatch I have always tried to live with enthusiasm In the end I just become melancholic For my mind has optimism But the heart is ever pessimistic A hand that gives receives A heart that gives becomes empty What the eyes sees, the heart it deceives Consequently the mind becomes …

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