I dance on the edge of grave,
And look in my life, which was rave,
To find oneself - my mistake,
But I'm here, and it's my fate.
My fate was foolish, it was a rage
It's very earliy to quit the stage,
My life as if is netted in sliver lace,
But I don't cry - I accept it face to face.
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