After all is said and done,
And I am back to atoms and ash;
And I am back to atoms and ash;
Even if the worlds stop turning,
As generations come and go;
I wouldn’t have wished this life,
My life - be it as it may,
To have turned any other way.
This unique life that comes once;
As generations come and go;
I wouldn’t have wished this life,
My life - be it as it may,
To have turned any other way.
This unique life that comes once;
This short life with no spare:
Yet with the unique people I share;
Nothing makes me wish it away:
Nothing of value can give me a scare.
Let it be known to all that come;
And let it be known for all that care.
Nothing of value can give me a scare.
Let it be known to all that come;
And let it be known for all that care.
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