• akzo_bendo 5w


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    Again and again we tumble in this void,
    A void many try to avoid.
    We roll on the arms of it,
    And we also roll with it.

    It is a wind that blows,
    Once it blows then everything goes.
    With no voice of warning,
    And with no heart of warming.

    Yes, I am talking about life,
    Bitter, but sweet as it is we have to live it