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For every living thing that falls on this earth,
Life lays and befalls on him, some moments of joy and dearth.
When I fall off the branches of life,
I know I will have memories some gray and rife,
But for you swayed with me on the same branch,
I shall fall, and fall into greener pastures,
and hope and hope to see you rise.
Rise beyond the horizon, rise beyond the light,
rise above the zenith, rise above the plight.
The storms will not worry you, the tides will not make you wry,
you will not relent you will not be shy.
What else shall please me more, If you rise beyond my hope,
What else shall please me more, when I fall, If I was but a small part of the rope. 

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