I know that I shall meet my fate..
Somewhere among the clouds above..
Those I fight I don not hate..
Those that I guard I do not love..
The years to come seems a waste of breath..
In balance with this life is this death..
You hug to your rule as a handful of dust..
And you think the round world as a sacred trust..
But the sun shines and the wind blows..
Nobody cares and nobody knows..
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a beautiful post.
well once we look back, we realize dat dere r so many things that we did or (rather do routinely) , however was of no meaning or something exactly oppisite 2 what we sud hav done.
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