TreasuRed memoriEs confiNEd tO urN
Joy anD bliss to miserY its tuRN
meloncholY glumineSS soul shal burN
eluDe onEselF wiL neveR returN
deceptive dreams that once i yearN
sprinG has toucheD the summer thorN
lifes lessoN whaa joyfully learN
present moment is all that I earN
ruxeeN
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