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A wise man once told me that life is a game, one to play as you see fit. No right or wrong nor up or down, so to speak. He said that it would not be won or lost by one life, but by all life. In the end, when man laughs his last laugh, dreams his last dream, and sings his last song; when our hearts cease to beat, when all that is left is stone and sea, beast and tree; then peace will be. “Fear not,” he said, “for that time is long to come.” His last words were sad and sweet; Live for now, till next we meet.
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