Wisdom
Wisdom is something
No one can teach,
In all intelligence
We now preach,
The strange world
We have become
Accoustomed to,
When all our light
Is black and blue
We see life,
But do we see death?
For all our sins
We have just one breath,
Why for all joy
Is trimmed with pain,
And all our life
Will be spent in vain
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