Let the candle's flame flicker
it is meant to
let butterflies to flames cling
they are born to
die early
so true too
sad though
why about life and death
now worry
both come
one of its own
second by the will of nature
alone
why worry worry
but you will
till time itself does you
ultimately kill
so do worry
why believe in me
I do worry
Yes
but not for me
we all are in a hurry
to come and grow
when will we leave
even heavens don't know
so why worry
jusss tell me
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