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The brightest star
knows not its own light
and I, an ordinary writer
can't ever assert I'm right
Time does not gently speak:
it shouts and commands
its voice I heed not
from it I make no demands
Life is made up
of the 'yes 'and 'no'-
alas ! Most don't know
which to follow

— The End —