Do not cry for losing
At least you can laugh
When you are winning
We cry very often
when it comes to death.
There is one last breath
you will miss your dream.
There will be some regret,
without me living without you
The Pain is temporary.
There will be someone new
To make you happy
A moment of joy to endure
one day we all must meet
when life ends, death is sure
before we find immortality.
Precious and pure.
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