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Life is a poem,
Full of diverse rhythm;
With odds and rigid verses,
Lines written of restated stanzas;
Many readers gets bored at the theme,
Quitting at its long and regular meters;
What a delusion of languages and hard tone,
Disregarding ideas the poet hid at epilogue;
Forgetting life is such a dense ode,
Only who perseveres discern the message
