There are many coming and going reasons
For every aspect of our full life
And in them our blossoming growth seasons
That we're working on all times to strife
The years of our different true fineness
Is not easy to find out or combine
Though true feelings our concern will caress
To find the correct and formatting line
The minutes are to each time changing
Each hour the in moments those slowly grow
And life thus is buds often rearranging
To let every flowing come and go
So much is still out here to become known
From under the deep dark abysses grown
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