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how can there be pleasure? |
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how can there be joy? |
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when the whole world is burning |
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what joy is there in this body |
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seeing these discarded bones |
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scattered here and there |
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where they were tossed upon the ground |
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through the same moment of the night |
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humans first emptied in the womb |
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the journey of their life to death begins |
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once gone there is no turning back |
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at daybreak many people are seen |
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at evening one is gone from sight |
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at evening many people can be seen |
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next morning one is gone from sight |
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nights are long when one can't sleep |
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the road seems long for those exhausted |
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life's obliterated so soon |
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some die when they are in the womb |
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some on the ground where they were born |
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some die just as they learn to crawl |
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and some just as they learn to walk |
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some die old and some die young |
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some in the very prime of life |
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all people pass away in term |
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just like the fall of ripened fruit |
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as all ripe fruit always falls and rots |
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so all who are born by their deaths destroyed |
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collection in the end dispersed |
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whatever rises must also fall |
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all meetings end in seperation |
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the final end of life is death |
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sorrow arises from all beauty |
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from all beauty arises fear |
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when all beauty is given up |
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neither sorrow nor fear exist |
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and the law is Imperium |
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imperium imperium imperium imperium |
