I am made of nothing
When I am born
Like a flower, dew drop in the morn
Then, I am developed with what I see
What I observe
From my parents
From my books and teachers
and from the environ I live in
Then I travel towards tomorrow
With words and deeds collected
From yesterday
Till I meet my death
And become nothing at last.
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