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Life is but a well of dreams;
Its bottom can’t be reached nor seen
It feels electrifying and
Its magnitude will never end.

life is but a quest in sight
A constant search in that dim light;
Yet sparkles fire up each night
Each day they fall upon His right.

Life is but a joy to rise
High above the midnight skies
Life was given as a gift
may we praise it as it’s fit.

It’s quite easy to forget
Life is like a large bouquet
It’s quite easy to neglect
The gist of life, with all you get.