Life is a bubble,
Who knows when we'll pop,
The wind picks us up,
And who knows were we'll stop,
If you catch the right breeze,
You can soar far,
And high,
But what ever goes up,
Must fall from the sky,
At some point,
We all have that day we will die,
I just hope that I pop,
While up in the sky.
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