Jan 2015
Sunrise.
Sunset.
Night and day.
Birth.
Death.
Beginning and end.
Why can't you see
That the ending
Holds just as much beauty
As the opening
Of the enormous play on stage
That is life.
Sunset.
Night and day.
Birth.
Death.
Beginning and end.
Why can't you see
That the ending
Holds just as much beauty
As the opening
Of the enormous play on stage
That is life.
Both beginning and ending are necessary.
The circle of life.
The circle of life.
(Buenos Aires)
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