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The sun was born to rise :: Typewriter Series #374 by Tyler Knott Gregson

Why do we forget that the snow was born to melt, and the leaves were born to fall, and the sun was born to set? Why do we forget that the snow was born to dance, and the leaves were born to float, and the sun was born to rise?