My Dream of Life

My life has no meaning because
was sinking in the sea. I had
dream good of life but thing
became to the end. Again I dream
one day that my life would have
It just kept fall down in a tree.
When it is time for happiness
it always ends. So when the morning
come joy is again.
When you are bless by God with
good life by thankful for what you
have that is life

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