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Hey comrade,what will it be like,on the day we face our mortal lives? |
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We're all given,the misfortune of loss, |
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But that's a gift we call impermanence, |
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We don't own our work,we don't own the earth,at all |
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We're eternal |
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Nunc Stans soldiers,the eternal warriors. |
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We're accountants,in the firm of life,entrusted with a body, heart and mind. |
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Hey comrade,did |
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I love well? |
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Have I learned to live moment to moment? |
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We don't own our work,we don't own the earth,we don't own our minds,we don't own anything,at all. |
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We're eternal |
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Nunc Stans soldiers,the eternal warriors. |
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We're eternal |
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Nunc Stans soldiers,the eternal warriors. |
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It was not death,it was not life,it was love. |
