The fog of life makes everything uncertain. The clock ticks, measuring our time and days. With doubt, the scales show us our heavy ways. World theater, let′s remove your sinking curtain! Recovery, play music, with concerting! Books tell us wisdom through decisive rays. Around our mustaches, we′ll wind fate′s trays and add new facets, which are self-converting. Our own path chooses us and is the best. It leads us to our sweet dream in the distance. It purifies our life and makes it safe. Your destinations sometimes need some rest. A medal is the glory in an instant. For you, it′s happiness to be yourself. | 
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