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Libran Truth
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Old Unrefined Material In the life of a moment,
Everything is reflected,
Past and future combined,
Come together as present.
Balance of emotion with logic,
This creed I do not impede,
Live the full life,
There is but a chance.
Death seems to be around,
Ignored 'til our time,
And even though I lived,
Death was always within me.
The soul has a mirror,
This reflection,
A perfect match,
Like a puzzle.
Nothing is entitled to be felt,
Without its exact opposite,
With extremes of a side,
Inevitably the other too,
Shall be felt within.
