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Still Life
Life is still the way it was
Living, breathing the wind, I'm growing up
Everything changes alone
Day and night hourly roam;
It always comes and go
In the morning, the sun
In the evening, the curtains fall
Wider there broaden shadow
Of time is still flying
Atop the silent skies,
It always comes and go
It is our life, we learn
Humanity; men and women
Are all the flowers of time
Comely or ugly, you and I
Shall only live and die;
We only come and go!
