Far away from everybody terrible things happen in my village cocoon in Paradise even here you cannot feel protected.
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"Et ego in Arcadia"-- Death's boast still gets the last "Aha!" We chill to hear the funeral knell Of Donne's incessant tolling bell As "clods" are slowly washed away And Europe shrinks from day to day. Yet Saramago's latest book Asks us to take a closer look At what would soon befall a nation If Death should take a long vacation. So "Gaudeamus igitur" Since dissolution seems so sure. Though grieve and mourn we truly will, Let's only give Death leave to kill But once, his sickle to employ To end our life, not kill our joy Anew each day while yet we live, For life has many gifts to give And tasks to do and love to share. Death cannot steal them if we dare To "rage against the dying light" And live our lives with all our might And tapestries full rich to weave With every color we conceive And patterns intricate and fine As yours and mine we intertwine. So be alive and don't feel dead Until Atropos snips your thread!
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"Et ego in Arcadia"--
Death's boast still gets the last "Aha!"
We chill to hear the funeral knell
Of Donne's incessant tolling bell
As "clods" are slowly washed away
And Europe shrinks from day to day.
Yet Saramago's latest book
Asks us to take a closer look
At what would soon befall a nation
If Death should take a long vacation.
So "Gaudeamus igitur"
Since dissolution seems so sure.
Though grieve and mourn we truly will,
Let's only give Death leave to kill
But once, his sickle to employ
To end our life, not kill our joy
Anew each day while yet we live,
For life has many gifts to give
And tasks to do and love to share.
Death cannot steal them if we dare
To "rage against the dying light"
And live our lives with all our might
And tapestries full rich to weave
With every color we conceive
And patterns intricate and fine
As yours and mine we intertwine.
So be alive and don't feel dead
Until Atropos snips your thread!
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