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December 15, 2016 - Quotes

The sun rises, slowly at one end

A new light creeping across the horizon

The moon follows suit, rising at the other

A fading light, dim in the dark night

 

Daybreak and nightfall are sure to all

As life and death are all but sure

The manner we spend the time between

Is all that marks the living from dirt.

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