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The dust is ever-settling on a world that is ever-changing —ever-shifting and ever-bending— The days are ever-ending on a life that is ever-toiling
So in my time —I may have said every word about every topic about everything— but I've found that I can talk about them more —and more— a thousand times too because the soul is ever-chasing for the meaning of life we are living
The road is every-stretching and the journey ever-tiring The sun beats down ever-pressing upon our backs —ever-reaching and ever-grasping— Perhaps, the secret to life is knowing that death is the only thing that is everlasting
