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No country for old men

What is life?

What,s coming after,

Like two people meeting,

In the face of laughter,

I don’t know the origin,

Of peoples sorrows,

All I know is it’s frightening,

Everything that’s shallow,

I hope to let you know,

That it was faith,

That made the story told,

I will die young,

Because my mind ain’t old,

Sick people die,

Then life is placed on hold,

No country is better,

Then the ones you like,

Pray those haters,

With all dye might,

I can’t explain what it means to me,

To have you by my side,

No country for old men,

I am ready to die

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