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Life is full of glory,
Everyday start with a new story.
We're all born with grace,
In a family and in place.
It is like a tall tender tree,
We are able to make it free.
From birth to death,
Journey is full of myth.
Every moments don't turn right,
As we think as they might.
It begins with morning prayer,
To make a day full of care.
And ends in night,
In a starry bright.
Everyday start with a new story.
We're all born with grace,
In a family and in place.
It is like a tall tender tree,
We are able to make it free.
From birth to death,
Journey is full of myth.
Every moments don't turn right,
As we think as they might.
It begins with morning prayer,
To make a day full of care.
And ends in night,
In a starry bright.
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