Oh life why so hard and full of strife
Moves so fast like little lights
From rich to poor you come and go
Can be as sweet as candy and hard as stone
You move so slow when our hearts at low
Them who never experienced your wrath could never know how it feels like to ever mourn
A happy path is hard to ever roam
So I live my life with no stone unturned and no hair uncombed
Keep it specific, useful, and human.
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