Before It Is Too Late
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I stopped thinking
And blinking too
Why to think over?
When we have absolutely no cover
When everything is done
With grace or undone
Then it leaves no room
For me to feel gloom
It will be stupidity
Not to believe in Almighty
If he wants to pull the string
From where else we may try and bring?
So leave behind
Gesture unkind
Think of love and not hate
Before it is too late
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