While earthborn life flees, as the fleeting wind,
And death's murky shadow comes to pursue
The soul, one truth remains amid life's uncertain end:
All else is lies, and transitory too. alas you
Dear rose, ascending scents to heaven's glee,
Do you shed these tears for your brief bloom?
Once a lofty fountain leaping up with joy and free,
Now lost your source diverted, and undone.
Handsome bird, you sang upon its shore so fair,
Flew away, leaving nothing but the empty air,
Your four short days spent in little joy and fear
Then your song and story silently disappear
But amidst life's decay, and the mortal fear,
One constant truth remains, and stands clear.
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