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Never give up

 
   Never give up in life, Man! 
   Never give up in life. 
   Life is the greatest gift
   No one here is misfit. 

   We need to know our goal 
    And nicely play our role. 
   Why to fear with dark
    When there are millions stars. 
        
    Why to sink in despair, 
     when hope resides everywhere .
     what a path without a turn, 
      what a flower without a thorn. 

      What a joy without sadness. 
      What a goal without weariness. 

       Everything is for a reason, 
       like we need every season. 

       Face the hurdles with a smile. 
        Never give up in this life. 
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