This world is but a stage...
We all are actors here...
Each being bestowed a page...
All men a cross to bear...
How long the road we do not know...
Step by step we march we thread...
Dusk to dawn...chirps to crow...
Live on nothing but water and bread...
But on we go, we watch we pray...
We wait with faith an uncertain end...
With every night with every day...
We'll await d obvious,enemy and friend...
So watch my dear d part you play...
For every book an end is sure...
Be careful my friend or you may watch with dismay...
And end for you way less than pure...
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