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We ourselves rose from dust

To live our lives and then combust.

And through this life we must adjust

To learn who we can really trust.

We see the rain and what it rusts,

We learn to love instead of lust.

Although it's not all fair and just,

To live this life is something we must

Before we all return to dust.

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