And live
With all good things to believe
Nothing goes unnoticed
As you have missed
All the times an opportunity
That is offered daily
Die not at each breathe
But count living death
Push it to one side
And decide
It is not important
How long you lived?
It shall only be counted
What was really wanted?
It is now open to us
Whether to trust
Or fail in adoption
The question is open
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