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No soul should ever have to reason why all he wanted was goodness

Truth is life like any barren rose can appear a cactus absent purpose

Every time new things are born or die happiness manifests in a form of love

Knowing no thing can be good forever shall make us want to become better

Let peace sleep within; a prayer humbly knows more about solitude than all others

Until its time has come and the shooting stars pass through one’s soul on its knees

 

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