My life when I’m born on this earth like the raising of the sun in the east, as the sun hit in the center of the sky It’s me at 50 as the sun beings it’s descend in the west it resembles the twilight of my life as the sun disappears upon the horizon but always raises the next day as another life elsewhere lives. A single day is someone life under the summer sun.

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