Sometimes it's like a race
A run
A marathon
You're all together on the starting line
Together they gather.
Then you hear the shooting gun to mark the start
And off they run
To reach the finishing line.
And as they run they're no longer a group
One by one they separate
And when they reach the end,they're alone
Known as one,
As they get to the end of the marathon.
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