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Living and Dying

Living and dying is why we were born Like smiling and crying at the birth of our dawn The innocence of children it soon disappears As we live out our lives born of our fears We all are so different yet all just the same Hiding our troubles whilst playing life's games Some cannot stand it they make their own time Shorter than ever knowing the crime That the people who love them will suffer the most Wondering why they did it left only with their ghosts

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