Some say the earth will drown in water,
Some say the earth will freeze in ice.
Some say the earth will burn in fire,
But I say it will die in decayed desire.
I cling to with those who support fire.
But if it had to come to an end twice,
I feel I recognize sufficient of hate,
To say that for annihilation ice
I smile in the dazzling voyage of life, great;
A little smile can make a place suffice.
No one is born cheerful and joyous;
But born with a gift to skill happiness,
This long journey by a dark beach,
Is unfilled on a land strange mourn or virtuous.
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