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Seldom does the heart find comfort in its desire,
We desire what we have not got - always,
An item, an object, anything to simply admire,
And that is how we continue to count out our days:
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Our Days

Seldom does the heart find comfort in its desire,
We desire what we have not got - always,
An item, an object, anything to simply admire,
And that is how we continue to count out our days:
The lucky might even reach their goal - yet they will continue to pursue, to find other ways.

From the cradle to the grave - we prolong our strife;
We continue to pursue our quest, our desires,
Money, fame, respect. All of us in this modest race they call life:
Yet there is no winner, we all blindly add to this raging fire,
It is in our own actions that we count out our remaining days,
Thus it none but our own fault - Cursed by our own greed; we deserve to live in such dismay.

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