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Virgin
Life
In
all things, there's life.
To
all things, comes death.
With
all things, is love.
From
all things, a breath.
Why
do we live? Why die?
How
do we love? How hate?
Is
there a purpose
we know not?
Has
it gone or is
it to come?
Shall
we know our
destiny,
Shall
man ever find
out?
Are
we, to get
there from
here,
Or
is this
the all,
in all?
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