No tellin' how it ends,
But thats the beauty of life,
To be on the edge of a knife,
To strive to do it all
Just like a mountain,tall
And never give up
And never stop
'Till the goal is obtained,
And your mind is stained,
Your eyes get open
And you got nothing to hope for
But a noisy death
Or a imortal afterlife,
Form something beyond us
But somewhere near us...
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