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The chronicles of our life are written upon the sands of time, a monument to the fact that we indeed did pass this way once, and likewise our time on earth is burnt into our spirit never to be forgotten, with us always, to reflect upon and relive in our thoughts.

Dreams of mortal men, are purely the reflection of his desires,
brought into reality by the whim of a never resting mind.
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Oh dance with me, through this dance called life,
and hold me tight so I won't fall.
Wipe away each tear, that makes me strong,
each moment of laughter to ease all pain.
Dance with me slowly, oh concept of time,
that with each passing moment I will grow.
With each beat of my heart creates the music of life,
so dance with me though this window of time called life
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Your life will be a song in time,
music of the moment expressed in the beating of your heart.
Savour every second, every thought;
for all you will take with you from this life are your memories.



Who chose the colours that we see.
The rich blue sky and the grass so green.
To look at the sky, is to look towards infinity,
which everyone would conclude should be black!
Then why is the grass not pink you may say,
it may be, but we don't see it that way!



So this is the story called my life that I wrote across time, second by second,
how it will end is still a unknown, perhaps I should call it a mystery –
the story that was, is, and will not the end.



If you surrender your free will, someone is bound to take the reins,
and lead you to a place, that is truly not of your own desire.



Wealth is an abstract form, and judged in many ways,
be it money, or talents, and so on. Judge which is most required,
then spend your life searching for that wealth,and you will attain it.



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