Death is always a death
No, life has another meaning
One for you and the other for me
No, it is not so simple
Like the lines, black and white of a book
Nor it is, one for the poor and other for the rich
No, it is not so easy
Like the lines of your hands
It is hidden behind the words
Among the clouds
It is revealed only when they act
Like thunder and lightening

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