time running out?
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=acSVO-kXMX4
Too soon this life expires in death's tempest's certain storm.Yet to go away can be to arrive.Too often to forget life's reality is a perspective out of true.This tragedy of living ,this tragedy of being and yet Faith's continuity lives within ,the vernacular dies away ,orphaned and alone and truth seeps into our heart.
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