From the first and last of air you gasp

From the first beat of the heart until the last

It doesnt matter where you begin or end up

Sunset comes whether you like it or not

Take the scenic route unto you destination

Count the joys, happiness, elations

Woes and miseries makes the travel faster

And scenes are a blur and none the clearer.

– Book of Counted Bliss and Misery

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