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The source of youthfulness is death,
You’ll be born after then.
It happened so many times –
You die – and live again.
What for all treasures and your sack
Portions of wizard gods.
When there are thoughts so clear from mind
And soul never grows old.
Of all the things beware of one -
Be honest in your mind
And bless the dearth as well as life
When it comes in your house.
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