DEATH will have its night; Life will have its day. This is the world we're born into, this is the mortal way, AS FLOWERS feel the sun despite the vast all-over cold -- We're born to live, to learn, to feel, and maybe, to get old, WHEN WE must put our petals down, and give in to the earth; For death will have its night, and day will have its birth.
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Nice one Owen. This works really well!