Change, from living, then to die,
What swoops down, used to fly,
What came low, once was high,
What´s now rain, once sunny sky.
The season changes, goes too soon,
Once December & then comes June,
Once silence, now broken with tune,
Once the sun, now kissed by moon.
All changes, in life, it is our plight,
Where black embraces the white,
Where day ends, in gentle night,
Where peace overtakes awful fight.
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