| How can there be pleasure?
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| How can there be joy?
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| When the whole world is burning
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| What joy is there in this body
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| Seeing these discarded bones
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| Scattered here and there
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| Where they were tossed upon the ground
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| Through the same moment of the night
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| Humans first emptied in the womb
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| The journey of their life to death begins
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| Once gone there is no turning back
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| At daybreak many people are seen
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| At evening one is gone from sight
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| At evening many people can be seen
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| Next morning one is gone from sight
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| Nights are long when one can’t sleep
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| The road seems long for those exhausted
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| Life’s obliterated so soon
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| Some die when they are in the womb
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| Some on the ground where they were born
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| Some die just as they learn to crawl
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| And some just as they learn to walk
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| Some die old and some die young
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| Some in the very prime of life
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| All people pass away in term
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| Just like the fall of ripened fruit
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| As all ripe fruit always falls and rots
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| So all who are born by their deaths destroyed
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| Collection in the end dispersed
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| Whatever rises must also fall
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| All meetings end in separation
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| The final end of life is death
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| Sorrow arises from all beauty
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| From all beauty arises fear
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| When all beauty is given up
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| Neither sorrow nor fear exist
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| And the law is Imperium
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| Imperium Imperium Imperium Imperium |