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In and out of Old.
We find a way to think again like fools
And child-like play we emulate and fear.
We seek too much to understand.
And come to know the signs of death,
Proof that real tranquillity always ends.
Is there any other way to fade while the soul survives?
If only we passed away before youth crept out.
Oh, for that happy release!
A life without the burn underneath,
The mask of death ripped from our face.
Meaning to a creation built upon decay.
A journey towards death shared with friends, we gain.
Life and life the more we’ve chosen
To gift creation with youth, that crept in because of us.
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