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What is Life... our time here... our perspective... |
| As the patter of rain Dances across the autumn leaves, Light passes to darkness And we call this the passing of time, As we know it – A day, a night And another day is upon us – Time… Elapsed perception… These events we call "Life" – And Life, Unto itself, Is such a dynamo That we are never truly The masters of our own Destiny… |