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Life is but chance and a few rain drops granulated what if's and why - knots us in a circuitous march. With trumpet sounds that blur the lines between ups and downs and lefts and - writes no formula to sojourn by.
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Dec 16, 2020
Dec 16, 2020 at 10:24 AM UTC
He wrote "time and chance..."
Life is but chance and a few rain drops granulated what if's and why - knots us in a circuitous march. With trumpet sounds that blur the lines between ups and downs and lefts and - writes no formula to sojourn by.
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Dec 16, 2020
Dec 16, 2020 at 10:24 AM UTC
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