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Poetry: Meaning of life

by Victoria Dorain

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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