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It is funny, how this world is arranged.
People lived, cried and tried to change.
But nobody can guess, what will be tomorrow
Will be happinest, or sorrow?
You don't know, you just pretend,
Trying to see future and your own end.
You start to understand, that all this is useless
But you continue to search for excuses.
You are not imperous above time,
You should keep in mind this rhyme.
Because life is gone, while you think about this,
And you can't return things, which you once missed.