People we know, along we grow,
some live in sand, others in snow.
Achieve they do, and proud we feel,
but words they say, as clowns would squeal.
Sad we get, as we not thought,
comform we do, with the truth of lord.
The balance must be, as none is for all,
the sooner we learn, the shorter we fall.
Fall we must, as he made us so,
it be on them, lies for us to sow.
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