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Bask in the glory while it lasts
Usurp your mind while it lasts
Pour the ink on paper while it lasts
Harp on your memory while it lasts
Live your each breath until it lasts
Nothing is eternal here to last
Diffuse your Thoughts till they last
Create something that would last
Words never die, they for ever last
Tell a tall tale for eternity to last

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