Every life, no matter if its every hour is rich with love, and every moment jewelled with a joy, will at its close become a tragedy as sad and deep and dark as can be woven of the warp and woof of mystery and death.
This passage conveys the inevitability of tragedy in every life, regardless of joy experienced.
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