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Created on: January 22, 2009
When I was one of gentle age,
I asked myself what life was for.
I looked for truth, and for its sake
I carried on, I carried on...
When I was young, I fell in love,
I was a bride, my child was born,
And love removed that question-thorn
And carried on, and carried on...
I know now that an answer's ray
Life has its reason to postpone,
As for the sake of coming day
Night's dreamy sweetness carries on.
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