He manipulates the wheel of life
Masterly woven his past
Carefully paints the present
Collects tons of gold for his future.
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We wrote our names in the sand
As many as the stars above
The moon shone on them
But the waves that constantly
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I don't believe in revenge.
I let the Wind Of Fate
Makes its own path.
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The butterfly swirls
and serenades the roses.
But the dainty blooms,
are caught by the gusty wind,
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The fate of a country
Depends on the collective action
Of its people.
Power rests on the governed
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