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As the sun rises and falls, A day of birth or death of a soul, Gloomy, windy or sunny day, I learn that people leave or stay. As the moon hides and shows, A life like waves — highs and lows, Hot, luke warm, or cold, A life you control or what is told. New as a day; old as yesterday, A feeling of sorrow or gay, Soft as a pillow or hard as old dough, People passing — come and go.
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Jul 20, 2021
Jul 20, 2021 at 1:51 AM UTC
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As the sun rises and falls, A day of birth or death of a soul, Gloomy, windy or sunny day, I learn that people leave or stay. As the moon hides and shows, A life like waves — highs and lows, Hot, luke warm, or cold, A life you control or what is told. New as a day; old as yesterday, A feeling of sorrow or gay, Soft as a pillow or hard as old dough, People passing — come and go.
People leave. Move on. Live life and be happy.
TheLostSoul
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Jul 20, 2021
Jul 20, 2021 at 1:51 AM UTC
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