Living is the way of dying
Each breath a step toward the end
But in each moment, there’s trying
To love, to laugh, to mend
The sun sets to rise again
Just as we fall to stand
Embrace the now, my friend
Life slips like grains of sand
Don’t fear the final curtain
It’s part of the grand design
Living is the way of dying
And dying, a path to the divine
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