between here and there
before and after more
it s a second sincere
it s a bliss that sore
beside the life of one
a thousand prises
among there is a sun
warming cherishes
note the rays in between
sunshine of one master
burning the other gleam
life might be disaster
in the end it all seam
as one should go faster...
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