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Who knows why the homing pigeon always chooses to return?
Why sometimes the hardest lesson is the one we have to learn?
Which strangers could be friends to us, where exactly will we meet?
Have we passed them by already in the chaos of the street?
What epiphanies will mould us into what we always were?
Is there such a thing as Karma, does it make events occur?
What will we have done that matters when the present is the past?
And why, if time is so precious, do we save the best for last?