Little do they know,
That this life we barely live is borrowed,
that sometime we must reap what we sow,
that all of this is a task we must undergo.
Little do they know,
that before my soul left my body,
I was once young, and carefree,
Not minding fate nor destiny.
Little do they know,
that even in the afterlife,
we stop, watch, linger,...
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