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Arm-in-Arm
Why does fate bring death to everyone?
Both good and bad,why do they all face the Sun?
Old or young,mighty or feeble, none has ever won
As sure as an upright tree bends
And a beautiful flowers wilters.
Slowly, hastily, sluggishly
We shall all bend to it's will.
-Eddie Zuta
Both good and bad,why do they all face the Sun?
Old or young,mighty or feeble, none has ever won
As sure as an upright tree bends
And a beautiful flowers wilters.
Slowly, hastily, sluggishly
We shall all bend to it's will.
-Eddie Zuta
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