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[Everything that is born must die]

Everything that is born must die;
Everything that can sigh may sing;
Rocks in equal balance, low or high,
Everything.
Honeycomb is weighed against a sting;
Hope and fear take turns to touch the sky;
Height and depth respond alternating.
O my soul, spread wings of love to fly,
Wings of dove that soars on home-bound wing:
Love trusts Love, till Love shall justify
Everything.