Alas, alas,
All things must pass,
The grave it is our goal;
And though we say a special mass
The bell will have to toll.
Life is like
A banquet where,
When one has had his fill,
Thanks his host for the sumptuous fare
And departs with goodwill.
Tan Pratonix
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