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THE FATE OF DESTINY

Some say fate clings to the land
The land that built you with its own hand
Some say it tends to change
As you run with time and change
Some say its beyond our wish
Seems like a target we always miss
Some say fate can't be found
Even if sent for by Baskervilles hound
Some say it's what they hate
The labyrinth of fate makes them late.

Some say fate can be made
And coloured or be truly fade
Some say it can be woven like cloth
And can fly away like a moth
Some say it is the quest of life
And is as sharp as that of a knife            
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Some say it is the battle to fight
That can bring them close to the light
Some say it defies their will
The one that tightens up the bill.

Some say fate is where we are led
Hard to reach resting on bed
Some say it is about duties
That may someday affect the fees
Some say it is about expectations
Be it destiny or trend of fashion
Some say it is all about the plans
Not the game of Clash of clans
Some say it is what lives within us
The fate of Destiny is a great fuss.

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