Look around,
Everything is vain,
Everything is plain,
Soon it returns to the ground.
Sometimes happiness reigns,
Soon after comes pains,
They both wrestle,
Wanting to reign.
I wonder how long,
How much time is left,
Do you ever ponder,
Maybe life is prolonged.
I yearn to go home,
Free from travails,
I want to go home,
Stuck in glorious reins.
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