To exist is not to live nor life to just believe
But rather do than let just be
Come and stay than see and leave
Many the days that were just night
But shined with stolen hue
Make them full and make them light
For it is not your fate that is just told
But a choice of when or how
Take the future and forge it anew not old.
So when it is time to go away you will
But with a live fully spent
To shining lights o’er shining hill
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