With every light comes a shadow,
With every love comes a loss,
Within every saint is a sinner,
With every smile comes a scream,
With every cheer comes a silence
With every laugh comes a memory from the past, a panoply of dark days,
With every summer comes a winter,
With every life there is a death.
This universe is complex
Yet simplistic
In the sense that
Balance
Always prevails.
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