be not proud young man
your achievements are nothing but
trivial matters to God
your many years of keeping
is a second of spilling
what you built are nothing but
sandcastles
you cannot keep eternity in your head
you will lose all your hair
do not count your greatness with the rain
in a minute they're all gone
be not proud young man
pray, pray always that you shall be forgiven
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