Life on Earth.

A fragile, fleeting thing.

Struggle and contention.

Victory and defeat.

Grief and elation.

Life on Earth.

The end of life comes

The end of living never does.

Those who remain have lost.

Those who remain need not do without.

Long as Life exists, memory exists.

As long as memory exists

we will be with them always.

The End

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