Sometimes our life makes way through pipe
Yet we are proud of this short and narrow life,
Sometimes this life enters into such a hole
That never comes out of it even for a mole,
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Sometimes our life makes way through pipe
Yet we are proud of this short and narrow life,
Sometimes this life enters into such a hole
That never comes out of it even for a mole,
But our soul does fly away as it is immortal
And stays till resurrection happens last of all.
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Sometimes our life makes way through pipe Yet we are proud of this short and narrow life, Sometimes this life enters into such a hole That never comes out of it even for a mole, But our soul does fly away as it is immortal And stays till resurrection happens last of all.