Wakeful night
Turning the chapters of life
Recall and dig
To beach the net of past
Within everything
Most of things
Value is nothing
A long time
In a short time
Gives a parody
That never can be corrected
Lesson learnt
And time passed
Thinking of past
Creation of tomorrow
Grim and mock
For the balance of the life
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