When one is young and life is yet sweet, he cannot imagine
the decay and decadence yawning soon at his feet.
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When one is young and life is yet sweet, he cannot imagine
the decay and decadence yawning soon at his feet.
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And so, hard he strives to make his world complete to take his seat, among those who survived and could not be beat. But almost as soon as achieved, again the soul is bereaved, and bows before that dreaded door, never more to be deceived...
until again he is born, on a distant shore, the process to repeat again and yet again.