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Life is aTemporary gift, use your gift to the best of your ability as it was intended |
| For each passage, a path is lit. As a ray of sun, bursting, through breaks of clouds. Gliding over the mountainside, bringing life to the darkness. Our Time Created As our ray of light shows passage, we persevere to maintain life. Moving toward the light, ray's angle increases. Intimating our moment, advancing expeditiously. Time is gifted, one light per existence. Once it has passed, one cannot go back. |