WHO CAN ANSWER WHO CAN QUESTION WHO CAN KNOW?
The sadness of Death
The joy of Birth
We are always between
A place we inevitably arrive to.
Love is with the young
And Sickness for the Aged.
Time is full of troubles
And Life is not always
Another way home.
Where we are
Where we are going
All the Mystery and Meaning
Who can answer who can question who can know?
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