The ducks quack and the birds sing,
that will always be.
But what will become of me,
that is quite a mystery.
My first experience was happiness,
and the second misery.
I'm not sure where I am,
I'm not sure where I'm headed.
I hold on to some hope, that I will not
dread it. The book of life holds many things for me.
Unfortunately, I have not yet read it.
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