Nothing pure, unbroken lasts,

The world changes innocence,

It's best to disregard the past.

We're fated to don the cynic's mask

In spite of life's condolences,

Nothing pure, unbroken lasts,

Despite our ill-reaching grasp,

Or self-preserving countenance, 

It's best to disregard the past.

The body decomposes fast,

we lose our precious permanence,

Nothi...

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