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But the new day begins to flash past in the sigh. |
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What can I do, |
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in this bustling world, |
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with my days flying in their escape? |
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Nothing but to hesitate, |
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to rush. |
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What have I been doing in that eight-thousand-day rush, |
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apart from hesitating? |
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Those bygone days have been dispersed as smoke by a light wind, |
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or evaporated as mist by the morning sun. |
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What traces have I left behind me? |
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Have I ever left behind any gossamer traces at all? |
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I have come to the world, |
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stark naked. |
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Am I to go back, |
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in a blink, |
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in the same stark nakedness? |
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It is not fair though: |
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why should I have made such a trip for nothing! |
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You the wise, |
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tell me, |
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why should our days leave us, never to return? |
