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Cycle How many lives have we lived? More than the grains of sand in a desert. How many more will we live? More than the stars in the night skies. Each golden drop of sun we feel, Each silver pool of moonlight we gaze into, Holds worlds within worlds, Lives within lives. So as Samhain returns once more, We shall celebrate our own return And we will never stop living!
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