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My Life

I wake up in the morning, when i'm alive. I sleep at night, when i'm alive, and happy in my heart. But who keeps my joy, and keeps my life? Is it my gun? No, No, No! There's a certain man, powerful of all, the owner of everything. He change my life, without paying a coin, and he get me what to eat in time of pain.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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