Why is it we search for the meaning of life
Knowing well never find the answer?
Why is it that we are so envious of those with money,
When they are often the poorest of us all?
Why is it we search for the meaning of life Knowing well never find the answer? Why is it that we are so envious of those with money, When they are often the poorest of us all?
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