Some will parish like withered leaves
Others will rot like fallen fruit
Still more will never ripen
We all must die
Death is what creates life
It gives meaning to our growth
Contrasting our shortening days
We all must die
To dwell upon our death brings
A burden, It grows heavier and heavier
Eventually to crush us
We all must die
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