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There is nothing that will last
there is nothing that I must
No moon in the water
no attachment to dust
There is no one I'm afraid of
There is no one that I trust
I see nothing that's alarming
In a handful if dust
All my treasure has to perish
All will fall to moth and rust
I live without assumptions
or attachments to dust
klik if you demand tedious explanations of every little thing.
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