We live; we breathe; we grow; we die
And in between is what we call life.
Now or then or yet to be
Duchess to peasant; you to me
Every laugh and every cry
Reminds those who listen not to tie
Leashes to our necks or nooses to our minds.
Unleash Earth's passion; you'll see all kinds:
Sorrow, joy, and nature's high
Till you greet Death with contented sigh
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