Life lives while death dies
Or you can say it backwards
It seems abstract to put it lightly
But it comes to the same thing
If we see life is invisible
While death is all around us
If we can sense what lives
In life itself invincible
Or it would not be life
Unending source of going on
Then when we are born again
After a long convalescence
We will recognize the mountains
And the lake where life was born
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