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The Way Life Goes

There's beauty in the everlasting circle which guides us,
The calm winds that drift slowly,
The birds which fly away in reverse motion,
The transverse of light and earth and its downfall,

The soar of steep meadows that reek of bloom,
The ocean waves that drown again,
The fish who die in anguish and forlorn bright,
The unborn end of land and natural life,

There's something that ceases to begin...