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We weep when we are born,
Not when we die!
We weep when we are born,
Not when we die!
Waste not fresh tears over old griefs.
Waste not fresh tears over old griefs.
And weep the more, because I weep in vain.
And weep the more, because I weep in vain.
And the tear that is wiped with a little address,
May be follow'd perhaps by a smile.
And the tear that is wiped with a little address,
May be follow'd perhaps by a smile.
Music is what feelings sound like.
Music is what feelings sound like.
Night brings out stars as sorrow shows us truths.
Night brings out stars as sorrow shows us truths.
He speaketh to me the words of men. I listen to him and I repeat
to him the words read more
He speaketh to me the words of men. I listen to him and I repeat
to him the words of gods.
Colors fade, temples crumble, empires fall, but wise words endure.
Colors fade, temples crumble, empires fall, but wise words endure.