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The Quest

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Today I'm here,

Tomorrow this may not be the case,

What to do? Cry over my fate?


A moment of contemplation,

every being passes this phase.


Life is limited time,

If realized well, then no time to whine.


Every moment I breathe, feel lucky,

It's not over yet,


But one day that moment shall come,

The moment to perish,


That moment should be bliss,

that's the quest.