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There are many ways but one

some bring calamities.

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I can only look into your eyes

when the sun’s gone down.

Everything is fleeting

As ephemeral as the early morning dew.

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Standing over the well of impermanence

I draw in deep until bow’s regard

Heaven’s door is near but

the choice remains unclear.

Who is so bold enough

To set their eyes

on these treasures?