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And when you think
Of nothing much
You’ll find that none
Can ever touch
Those things that always seem to glow
And rob in peace what they bestow
That seem to shine and then to die,
That seem to see but always lie
That seem to eat and never feed,
That seem to plant but never seed
That seem to light and then to blind,
That seem to look but never find
That seem to ebb and then to flow,
That seem to live but never know
And when you reach
The very end
Be sure to bring
A wary friend
Who will stay clear
Until the end
Where you’ll transcend
And comprehend