Entropy

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                This life
For Some A prologue 
For some An Epilogue 
Hard to Explain like towel dirt

              And Your Light 
Might seem like playing chess by mail speed
At the end of the tunnel be an incoming train 

              But Remember 
An hour of life Is still life
No one wins because they were high on joy or happy 
That trees that would grow to heaven must send their roots deep to hell

            In The Rhythm Of Life
Even steps backwards are still part of the dance
The higher you go the more higher you wanna go

           And when you fall
Fall where your pieces can be gathered 
On the wrong train,get off quickly 

           Again this life
A beautiful tragedy 
Smiles at your like a loaded Gun

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