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Life is a riddle
And I’m in the middle,
Attending a funeral one day,
Not knowing what to say
But crying my heart out,
Wondering what it’s about,
Why he had to leave
And we’ve to grieve.
Life is a riddle
And I’m in the middle,
Attending a wedding the next day,
Seeing folks dance the night away
After drinks and food,
But I’m in no mood—
Life is moving too fast,
And nothing seems to last.
Life is a riddle
And I’m in the middle,
Seeing a friend dying,
One family crying,
Two families celebrating,
No time for deliberating
That behind us all is walking
The shadow of death, stalking.
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