If I fail may it not be through lack of effort
You may know where you lost something and still never be able to find it again
I usually take the stairs two at a time going up and all at the same time going down
Even birds of the sky have to learn how to fly
And I'd choose you in a hundred lifetimes in a hundred worlds in any version of reality I'd find you and I'd choose you
In the end only three things matter how much you loved how gently you lived and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you
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