A brief bright light
Smothered by cloud
And with it the fight
Left me
Smothered by cloud
And with it the fight
Left me
My attempts to do right
Were easily bowed
Were easily bowed
A disjointed excuse
That's all I ever was
Or could be
Or could be
Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with whom fate brings you together, but do so with all your heart.
-- Marcus Aurelius
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