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Vanity
Every now and then i found my self
these seem to happen too often
I feel the breeeze behide and ahead
pushing so hard to make my way through
I stretch my hands
in my mind i'm about to grasp
Now i beleive you 'my mind'
nothing there as you said
All the strenght i build in you
runs in vain in shortes time
I kill myself over and over
we belief in God
yet got no faith
what shall it profit a man?
who gain the world and lose his soul
Oh' what a big disgrace!
"Vanity of vanities! All is vanity."
