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The play of life
In our youth we roam around according to our age
Until some day we realize that world is one big stage
We enter it through opened gate so eager to engage
With no purpose to fulfill, like beasts, which ran from cage
But play of life comes to its end, comes to the end the plot
And actors leave the stage, in turns, according to their lot
The only Viewer from above in boredom watches shows,
The endless comedies of beings, the ones so well He knows
