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Sometimes life,

it’s a bet,

something you try to set,

you don’t now where it leads, yet,

is not something you’ve met.

Sometimes, life is dice to roll,

sometimes is a toll.

We know what’s the goal,

but, do we lose our soul?

Sometimes this bet,

it’s like hoping,

God exists,

and he put you into some good lists.

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