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What is there in life? What’s in it that forces us to fight? Is it just one sigh? To wake up each morn and finally die? Kids, when born, do cry; Until they grow sickly and old, they cry. Our lives, yours and mine; Blossom in our youths and later on, dries. Too much has been said; Too many has been written about its end; Life has such a trend; That keeps its wheels turning around the bend. A ch…