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Life flashes before my eyes but yet not everyone still can be alive. Hoping and praying but no answer. Blood running down my face with fear. Wishing that someone could save me here, yet no one to come.
The sun that rises every morning day, The light illuminates my precious way, The tennis court becomes my second home, Whether outside or in an indoor dome. I play for joy, for love, for sport, for peace,
Man have to know what's alone is.