Balance
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Sunshine and rainstorms
Rose petals, and thorns
They all mix together
Like death, being born
Bitterness, sweetness
Sorrow and joy
We can't always choose
The next page of our story
Good days, and bad days
Loss and gain
Who knows if tomorrow brings
Pleasure or pain?
The scales somehow balance
In the end
And you'll make it through
With a steadfast friend.
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