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All but Death, can be Adjusted—
Dynasties repaired—
Systems—settled in their Sockets—
Citadels—dissolved—
Wastes of Lives—resown with Colors
By Succeeding Springs—
Death—unto itself—Exception—
Is exempt from Change—
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Death is inevitable. It has always been there. So many changes take place but death remains like an everlasting constant!