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Mortals are use to their way of life change seems to be what they want to hear Let it be uttered then they begin to despair How about this how about that, this is what you will hear What they realise not is that change is constant Either they are blossoming to become mature Or they are shedding to become old That which they are conscious of is what they fear Tell them,  bring it to their mind that change is inevitable A reality that all must face it is I pray to God almighty that my change will come That which will bring smile on my face is what I request A change for the better is my heart desire
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Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 10:08 AM UTC
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Mortals are use to their way of life change seems to be what they want to hear Let it be uttered then they begin to despair How about this how about that, this is what you will hear What they realise not is that change is constant Either they are blossoming to become mature Or they are shedding to become old That which they are conscious of is what they fear Tell them,  bring it to their mind that change is inevitable A reality that all must face it is I pray to God almighty that my change will come That which will bring smile on my face is what I request A change for the better is my heart desire
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Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 10:08 AM UTC
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