The fight of life
Without knife
The fight of being best
From all rest

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To the cops
That save us from drops
You are the true sons
guarding us since eons
The ones who sacrifice
And are true accomplice
To those we salute
And to those we did astute
We are here feelin' despair
As we always had funfair
Promising to be strong
To the nation we belong
That we'll continue respect
Well refraining to neglect
Yearning to be forgiven
Ready to act as a leaven

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Even if it's not a lullaby. For it has the rhythm that soothes my ears and soul

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the way you get to be able to express your wildest and even most docile feelings through such beautiful words

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Mother
Nature
Tenderer
Healer
Care taker

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I wish they carry my late loved ones too. I miss them badly

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There's no worship like work

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over the vast sheet of your sky so when I accomplish them all, they will illuminate you

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it depends only upon you how you take up its challenges and make yourself indulge in it!

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I generally prefer not to see it again and again to avoid unnecessary hustle

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