The Chain of Life

I live, I die
the soul cries.
I dream, I “think”
the body lives.

I don´t remember
until after years
i´m seventeen
again

But the strange thing
i remember no death
the memory do not remain
i do not understand the meaning of life.

I lived, i died
the soul cried
I dreamed, i “thought”
the body lives

I die again, I live again
a chain of lives,
it never
ends

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