Life is a ride, like days in a train
Cities rush by, like ghosts in the night
The rhythm of wheels, time fades away
Stations of a journey, destination unknown
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Dedicated to those who think and wish to use their reason as well as their hearts to find peace and light in this deep mystifying Universe
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When you wake up in the morning,
think of what a precious privilege
it is for you to be alive -
to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love and to be loved.
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