Life is perfect I cannot say
Due little things that abound,
Like when deep in seventh heaven
And my darling is not around.
Life is perfect for life's sake
But not always fair,
Like when I depart my other self
And all alone in the air.
Nature is fair I cannot say
When 'could have been another way;
With all the time the cosmos be
Why not us long, but die should we?
Nature is perfect I cannot say
Due things I see that bug,
Like when the selfish attack the kind
And sweep them under the rug.
Nature is kind I cannot say
For all it takes, it does not give;
As if by some tyrannical decree
Some must die for some to live.
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