Our glances linger, to consume our day,
To frolic till the setting of the sun,
When squandering our lifetimes in this way,
How would we ever know how life is spun?
But come, not one decree will reign supreme,
In lives that only we could rightly spend,
When Time crops up the cake of all its cream,
Soon we will find that youth could not extend;
Forget the signs, the omens of the skies,
Live as life would, and love as loving is
Until when all is through and dying, dies,
With regrets nil, but basking in shared bliss;
......So let the stars divine all they foretell,
......For smile we will, should we then toast in Hell.
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