The paths that we tread each day
And soothes, the gentle breeze
I know those paths will reach its end
And the breeze to blow will cease
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Each day we live on this earth
Is a gift from the Lord above
So why fill them with hate and ire
Let us fill our days with love
Verily, nothing accompanies us except our virtue and vice
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Each day we live on this earth Is a gift from the Lord above So why fill them with hate and ire Let us fill our days with love Verily, nothing accompanies us except our virtue and vice