Just as wisdom comes with age,
So does madness in degrees.
The sun rises each morning day,
And darkness falls over the earth each night.
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When thou art be free, like pollen dispersed floating at sea
In winter the hills strive, whilst the flowers die
O, poor rose, thy red has turned to dust
Thy stalk has grown brittle
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...and a new week is upon us,
to what dire end, each the same, all callous.
Evenings and mornings, like chaos and order,
the incessant duality erect as a boulder.
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