The past is gone
Should be erased from mind
The future is uncertain
In present joy we must find
The flower is gone
All around it has left an essence
The sun is gone
We must enjoy night's presence
The cloud is gone
Leaving the sky blue and clear
The Stars are gone
Signaling that the dawn is near
The youth is gone
Leaving the body counting days
Fun of life is gone
For salvation repenting soul prays
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