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An inspirational poem

In this world, when you arrive, It's you alone, that all you know, It's you alone, who makes a cry, And it's you alone, who opens his eyes. Alone you learn to be alive. Of your own, you cry for thirst, And of your own, you cry for hunger. Alone, you learn, how to crawl, Alone, you learn, how to walk, And alone, you learn, how to talk. Alone, you know, that it's you alone. Alone, you are, when you need support, And alone, you are, when you need help. Alone, you are, when you suffer, And it's you alone, who does recover. Alone, you make lot of friends, And it's you alone, who loses them. Alone, you know, that you are not alone, And it's you alone, you know, you are alone. Lonely, you are born, And lonely, you die; Loneliness is something, you are born with, It's something you live with, And it's also something, you die with. Whether lonely or not, who is it, Who can do anything? Oh certainly, it's you alon
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Secret of Success

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