This life of ours, this precious a thing,
Always fleeting and always old,
This monstrous beauty,
Glitter and gold.
This taken-for-granted transience,
Of our earthly presence.
Our only chance at existence,
In the vastness of the cosmos,
Our blink of glitter in the eternity of time;
The last redemption of a guiltless crime!
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