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Sometimes mornings just don't seem to work out. And, you wonder what life is all about The world may seem a little crazier, And, your mind seems a little hazier Perhaps life is just crazy anyway. As we worry about things day by day. As you stare at the early morning mist, you realize justice does not exist. Life is just a vapor that fades away, as we worry about nothings each day. And, those nothings don't even count at all. They are just dying leaves, so let them fall.
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May 14, 2012
May 14, 2012 at 1:45 AM UTC
Dying Leaves
Sometimes mornings just don't seem to work out. And, you wonder what life is all about The world may seem a little crazier, And, your mind seems a little hazier Perhaps life is just crazy anyway. As we worry about things day by day. As you stare at the early morning mist, you realize justice does not exist. Life is just a vapor that fades away, as we worry about nothings each day. And, those nothings don't even count at all. They are just dying leaves, so let them fall.
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May 14, 2012
May 14, 2012 at 1:45 AM UTC
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