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| Life Is At It's Best One day man loves. One day man hates. With his brothers wife he copulates. Alas! Alack! Such a sad mistake. But, Life is at it's best. And then one day, you find it's too late; for giving love or giving hate. When comes the time to pay? When life is at it's best. But, Life is so complicated... Man seeks love from his Gods above. Praying in love to his lord above. While life is at it's best. Man needs someone, who has no one. From sun to sun he seeks that one. As life is at its best. We are the ones of this earthly tribe, whose tombstones shall be thus inscribed: Though alone and dead, we're still alive and life is at it's best. Then may some God look down and leave us blessed; When we're in our graves to rest. They'll come from the east, they'll come from the west. Some will cry, some may jest. Yet, finally, life is at it's best. |
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