A life worth living
Some endings are beginnings and some notes are not a score
Some lives are weary wanderings, an endless weary chore
But, presence and continuance are different things indeed
Beyond the pale, in depths unknown, the will is found in need
To carry on and face the doom, the coin is now agreed
An end to all that's meaningless, a heart that's truly freed
The whistle of the racing train seems slowly to recede
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