| This also will pass away |
In spring they grow, green and tall, But when its autumn, its time to fall; All that flourishes, will soon fade, None for eternity was made. Time flies and things grow old, Be they however, strong and bold; All that breathes, will come to rest, For if there's dawn, there will be dusk. Every road has a bend, Every legend has an end; All fame and glory, one day will die, All who laugh, one day will cry. Good times don't last too long, Friends come and go, and things carry on; Nothing's gonna forever stay, This also will pass away.
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