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The true purpose of life
Makes about as much sense
As the essence of love
Through a painted lens
Humans walk dimly about
Without the merest clue
That even when we die out
Heaven will still stay blue
In the mind of the dust
From four fallen stars
On the blanket they trust
And the angels of Mars
Dreaming of a fate more vast
In between the many miracles
Between the future and past
Time walks so satirical
On a path anciently cast
A child, born and raised
Growing up like the others before
The circle already phrased
But as it is written once more
Every beginning proves a waste
There is really nothing there
If you look past your illusion
Life is a road, which ends here
An eternity of others allusion
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Submission Name: Purpose of Life
