However far, Science forges on ahead,
Whatever strides and giant leaps, Man makes;
All earthly things must become, one day dead,
A truth Men better learn for their own sakes.
However high, you may fly in the air,
However far, you go away from home;
Return you must to earth and earthenware!
Just burst bubbles all make the lather-foam.
Nothing is everlasting in this world;
All things here cease sometime after their birth;
Civilizations new must become old;
This is the destined law upon this earth.
And some day, Man must look into his soul!
The wiser man, resets, adjusts his goal.
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