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We breathe our first gasp of air by crying,

We see our first light through tears,

We fall often before we learn about walking, then running,

We continue to fall, sometimes alone, sometimes in arms so dear,

We often meet junctions and partings,

We will lose the people near and will shed them a tear,

At the end of it all, we will be by ourself, hoping,

Hoping that what we did in this life, is out of love rather than fear.