Have you noticed how there are no new stars being born?
Do you look for meaning in a paradise forlorn.
Are you compus mentus in your memory forge.
Do you keep from looking at the edge of the gorge.
Bleak is the life without any torch.
Keep your love close and your mat on the porch.
For strangers are angels and demons are thoughts.
Mechanisations in life stories are scorched.
So take what you can and give what you ought.
Remember the gifts that you have been taught.
Love is forever and ever is nought.
Laughter and laughter and laughter be sought.
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