The sun is for every one,
But it's not equally bright
For each mortal under the sun -
Some seem not to see the light…
The rain falls on every one,
But not each being will be wet -
Some can take shelter or run,
Some are always well-prepared…
It comes inevitably
To every being - chilly Death.
It closes all eyes - coldly,
Impassively - takes each last breath…
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