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Whirling,swirling,
so goes life. As Sisyphus rolls his rock toward the abyss, Man's unending falling Into a darkness complete Faces, voices, life gone by. Passions dried, but not the tears; heartbreaking, framing withering tears Sweetly sipped, from another's lips, only Love breaks through bringing Man hope, light, life back from the edge.
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