Life Uncertain
Tears we cry roll down our cheeks,
memories stale and uncertain linger.
memories stale and uncertain linger.
Loves lorn and lost we often ponder,
What is this thing called life all about?
First sight...Last breath, a cold and bitter end.
What is this thing called life all about?
First sight...Last breath, a cold and bitter end.
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