Sages Contend
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every spring must unwind
without reason or rhyme
for tension must find its release
every life has an end
as the sages contend
our torment will finally cease
one thing is quite sure
for those who endure
the grave will provide lasting peace
so don't get attached
we will all be dispatched
for a lifetime is only a lease
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