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In the grasp of the scorching heat,
When there is an embrace of a cool breeze.
It cools down the sweaty skins,
The heavenly touch of the soothing winds,
Satisfy the perspiring skins.
They fill our hearts with happiness,
Their flow takes away all our tiredness.
But, in the shivery nights of winter,
This same breeze can make us quiver.
It feels painfully bitter,
Then the cool breeze no longer seems to glitter.
These harsh winds,
Feel like arrows piercing our skins.
This is the relative nature of this world,
Where everything looks blurred.
In our life's sweet song,
Nothing is right or wrong.
Life is a paradoxical music,
Keep the balance to not lose it's lyric!
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