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The sun burns and so do I What use in complaining is there? Leaves turn to dust Stone will become mud And all things must eventually end.
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Jul 23, 2019
Jul 23, 2019 at 11:00 AM UTC
Impermanence
The sun burns and so do I What use in complaining is there? Leaves turn to dust Stone will become mud And all things must eventually end.
Aazaad
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25/M/London
Jul 23, 2019
Jul 23, 2019 at 11:00 AM UTC
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