In this life the seeds of eternity gather, in the minds temperate and tender
In their lives seasons know no weather, their mood calms eternity with ease and splendor
Thoughts of the innocent recollect and surrender, to the creator of days and all agenda
In this life the world swirl and curl all vision like amber melody, in the name of all events and golden sound
In this life good moments hide into points that forever fade, to the world of trueness where all tears are bound.
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