Game of Life
In this life we play a game,
Living, loving, and singing.
After this we see who's the same,
And those whose funeral bells are ringing.
The end is always near,
No matter what age, shape, or race.
By then we have nothing left to fear,
Our lives slowed by a deadly pace.
Living, loving, and singing.
After this we see who's the same,
And those whose funeral bells are ringing.
The end is always near,
No matter what age, shape, or race.
By then we have nothing left to fear,
Our lives slowed by a deadly pace.
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