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I can't feel sense how to behave,
And how don't wish the things I want.
I need some principles for faith
But they never have been told.

Does the light pass through the dark?
Or the black is written on the white?
Great fire starts with tiny spark
So these fool questions lead to doubt.

If I get chance I have to choose,
How do I know the time it comes?
I am pursued by fear to lose,
To miss my fate from the arms.

My point is to lack for nothing,
Why then I still feel wasting time?
Sympathy tears rather than laughing
Wash the conscience from any crime.

Copyright: Sergel Craze

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