To every thing under the sun there is an end,
Like silver sand dispersed by gloomy moons;
How many of the palish spheres there’ve been,
How much you’ve loved and kissed are now in ruins.
To every man and woman, child and being,
Whoever’s been abducted from the heavens,
There comes a day or night unseen or seen
To have resigned it all to hungry ravens.
Do not have sadness, neither have a joy,
Just take a lean against your dying stars;
Life’s been and gone lascivious decoy;
Moi, I’ve been kissing every aching scar.
Regrets or losses namely are your gains -
Do not avoid the treasures in disguise!
I’ve been arriding tocsins tolled by pain,
I know for sure they’re angels on the rise.
To every thing under the sun awaits a cot -
For some ungarnished, others have it sweet;
My human mate, embrace your final lot!
I promise you, we’ll come again to meet.
To every thing under the sun there is an end
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