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Try it

Try it one more time
Try when it is harder
Try when you’re broken 
Try better just one more time 

Try it one more day
In your darkest times try it
In your deepest moments just try
Try when you don’t have more than the next dawn of tomorrow 

Try even you don’t see the light 
The light comes trying 
Try even without purpose 
The best way to find it is trying 

Try when you feel failing 
It’s always easier to find the victims of not trying 
Try when there’s no way 
Because you might have found your way while trying 

In any case, when you’re tired and broken 
When you failed with the unfortunate and cruel destiny 
You have given all your faith in trying 
And the souls are fuelled by the oil of one more time 

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