Ever looked above to the sky
And thought the sun today isn't hot
The suddenly wind blows the clouds preventing the sunrays
And it starts burning you ...
Another day of toil and strife,
Another page so white,
Within that fateful Log of Life
That I and all must write;
Another page without a stain
To make of as I may,
That done, I shall not see again
Until the Judgment Day.
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