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A wind is blowing far away
Carrying a message in its fray

Some will leave but some will stay
Worldy glory will once decay

The bodies of pride will turn to clay
Leaving a message so others can obey

Hide or fight death will slay
The debt of life u must pay

This poem is about: 
Our world

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