To and fro

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A step forward, two steps back.
Friends today, Strangers tomorrow.

Today we talk, tomorrow we don't.
One day you laugh, the next you cry.

The sun rises and it is day,
As it sets, rises the night.

A man is born so full of dreams,
The unfulfilled dreams kills him within.

A man rises up,
A step forward, two steps back.

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