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Đăng bởi Cammy vào 16/10/2017 07:22

WHAT music is that in whose measure the world is rocked?

We laugh when it beats upon the crest of life, we shrink in terror when it  returns into the dark.   

But the play is the same that comes and goes with the rhythm of the endless  music.

You hide your treasure in the palm of your hand, and we cry that we are  robbed.   

But open and shut your palm as you will, the gain and the loss are the  same.   

At the game you play with your own self you lose and win at once.