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False True
In many days of evil,in many
ways i mingle,tears from
innocent minds in a riddle....a
morning days ar over,some
resting days we may
remember that many heart
may not live to see some
years to come
december...ma fears i morn
over,ma joys i set either,by
so many ways we fear the
rivers,tears fall like things
fall apart.....the joy in every
success,is not enough for
the broken heart of every
failure,but His grace happen
to save us all...in many ways
joys will run into your days,in
thousand ways sadness will
tear away from your life...so
he said a living dog is better
than a dead lion,so with hope
your numbered days will be
with great fortune.her soul i
morn for,her abscens i tears
for.luv,u may oneday morn
for,just like u wil b morn
for,yet your destiny many wil
read from.your stories many
wil sit for...a part you make,a
part they run through...legacy
counts in ma diary,so every
heart must be
countary.....alasss.KAYZEN.
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Kayzen Daramola
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