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Time rules over us all,
with majesty that's imperial.
He tells that we won't be here always,
we're only but ethereal.
We won't be here always,
we're not here to stay.
But a difference we must make,
before we go away.
Knowing we won't be here,
that soon we'll be gone,
should that deter us from,
enjoying each new dawn?
The fragrance of a flower,
may of course be evanescent,
but do you really believe, the joy it
causes,
and its magnificent splendor can be
transient?
~
Rachit ~
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