Yes you will also die, my child,
but not today, not now.
The trees lose their leaves,
but in spring, they wear green again.
The waves pull back,
but always return to the shore.
You breathe, you feel, you are here.
Death is a door, not an end.
And as long as you love,
everything lives on.
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