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LIFE


Life is like an unsolved mystery
As no one knew what happened in history
How did life originate on earth
Thus for what reason God gave us birth
Sometimes it is sweet as lake
But sometimes it is poisonous as snake
Sometimes it sings in the voice of lark
And sometimes it is noisy and dark
But with our hard work we can make it easy
And enjoy the time even when we are busy
So we should be thankful to God for this beautiful life
And never lose hope even when it is sharp as knife. 

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