Year upon inevitable year
Is loaded on heart
With constant fear
The body will depart
Little heart knows
No constricting bounds
Each second it goes
On endless rounds
Runs with the winds
Rides on the tides
Flirts with fiends
Befriends the skies
For poor body of flesh
It is hard to cope
With each call afresh
Of heart's infinite scope
Driven day after day
Body opts to part
Terminates the play
Of timeless heart
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