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Life is long, death is quick;
life is well, death is sick. Love is happy, hate is not; love is warm, hate is hot. Day is bright, and night is dark; day is but a spark, night is nearly without a light. I've never had a long day, they all seem the same; but what do I know, is that it's all God's game. Life is short, so is the grass on my lawn; death is not the end, but, rather, a new dawn. If life were to end today, the night would be serene and the dawn will be quiet and clean. Music is pleasure, silence is golden; music is mind, silence is slumber. Music enlivens, and emboldens; music is refreshing like a cucumber. The stars are violent, the Earth is peace, but the stars are comforting, the Earth is but a murder. Death is temporary, and life shall never cease.
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