All things must come to an end; it is an inevitable part of the cycle of existence. All things must conclude. Take the analogy of a tree that grows in Brooklyn, among the steel and concrete with all its glorious branches and leaves, one day it too will pass on its legacy through the seeds it drops to the ground. As the wind carries these seeds throughout the land in which they grew, a new life will begin for each one of them as they stand as a monument to one that came before.
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I'd like to meet:
The easiest thing in the world
Is to feel like your alone
We're not made for being alone
The love in your heart is a pearl
you gotta keep it from turning to stone
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Hello, world.
Hello, world. Posted by on Thu, 29 Sep 2005 13:41:00 GMT