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![]() ![]() Of LifeWe gain friends, We gain enemies, We gain follies – money, fame, We are won over by the madhouse. All our lives we gain, The Big Prize is in the end – Two to one and not one left any more – there’s no place, Not one less – You won’t get together With your sins, no matter what your gains.
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