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The day is the shadow of night, life is the shadow of death.
The light, imperishably pure, is in me yet. And it will never be too late To start afresh.
As simple as a leaf that one holds in one’s hand. As simple as the laughter of a child.
There are beginnings in endings, through destructions there comes life, light emerges from the da
There, in the temple of the soul we will not die an unlived life.
