It all ends, take as many turns, take all the shortcuts, it all ends. Roads, cities, air, and the walls that keep them from uniting. There was today, and what did we do today? The same thing as tomorrow, or not even a fraction of what was accomplished yesterday?
But no matter what, the voices will still lsugh, the books will still read, and the music will still exist, long after we've reached that end.
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