Death is lurking
Somewhere behind the bushes
Where a snake is hissing with its fangs
From under the leaf
The scorpion is ready to strike
Life is unpredictable
Living each moment is a risk
In rain the river is roaring
To take you away and drop you
Into a fall, thousand feet high
Sit in the sunshine and play
The music of love
A whiff of wind escapes from
The time's grinding wheels
And the lamp is extinguished
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