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You ask, what does it mean to live?
Is life the slow struggle of an ant
Carrying with all its might a crumb
Or is it the last explosion of a star
Before darkness displaces light?
Is life the march towards a tomb
Where nothingness holds sway
Or is it a butterfly's easy flight,
The wondrous voyage of a day?
Is life the slow growth of a tree
Towards a dim source of light
Or is it plunging in a depth
That knows no touch or sight
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