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We’re all made to die.

To crash and burn like shooting stars.

It may not be soon,

but it will never be never.

Every soul has its time,

every love its own expiration

but like an ocean’s waves

it is all meant to fall.

So, let it fall

and let us die.

But most of all

let it live,

and let us thrive

— The End —