Have
passion, burn brightly,
mourn
the sun nightly,
keep
your joy dancing spritely,
and
you shall live.
Keep
open your heart,
never
finish what ye start,
give
all for part:
you
shall surely give.
Don’t
think away your stars,
don’t
puzzle after Mars,
set
peace to capture qualms;
rapture
cannot be sieved.
Don’t
think on the morrow,
give
but never borrow;
do
all this and you shall live
and
set a golden light to sorrow.
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