The Game

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The game:

To end an existence of worries and strife
the goal of many such lonely lives
one dares to dream--to love
to feel that death the only gain
sure to escape the pain--of losing the game again
as one that never able; alone can win
but fools are many that continue to try
not to release the soul to fly

The game:

To end an existence of worries and strife
the goal of many such lonely lives
one dares to dream--to love
to feel that death the only gain
sure to escape the pain--of losing the game again
as one that never able; alone can win
but fools are many that continue to try
not to release the soul to fly

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