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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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Be like the rivers
Running fast and strong
They pick up a little bit of everything
And carry it further along
Don't be
Life is a Mirrage
I hear your whispers
I feel your kisses
But it all seems like a dream
With every moment passing
And every secret
The world is a mystery for us to solve
Or something to leave and never to know;
We all want truth like a lover to hold
And caress
by Chong
I was living a life
that was not of my own
Always with someone
But always feeling alone
Didn't make a decision
That ever did
Life is all about Love
The meaning of life is all about love
Without love there is just struggle and death
Most of us seek it
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