Ashes to Dust

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Some are born with happiness and tears

Others are welcomed by hate and fear

Some are fed and showered with praise

Others are starved and left in a haze

Some become lawyers, teachers, engineers

Others become gangsters, drowned in beer

But in the end our flesh turns to ash than dust

Spread across the earth, by nature’s gust.

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