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A small poem about the progression of life, building of faith. |
| To live is to breath, to breathe is to grow, to grow is to age, and to learn is to know, life will come, and life will go, unto a death, falls cold winter snow, the Angels above, they'll come and they'll say, be still my child, don't relinquish your faith, it's time you come home now, no more tears, no more pain, save all your stregnth, you'll live happy again. |