Lines of poetry run through my head
Most get drowned but some will escape
Where they come from no one knows
They multiply when rationale is dead
When despair drapes like a heavy cape
When hope is gone but the end's not close
Life goes on and on and on and on
round and round in an endless wheel
Trap are we in birth and death
Continue we must from dusk to dawn
Underneath the heavy samsara seal
No freedom at the dying breath.
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