You Think, Perhaps, that You Will Live Forever
|You think, perhaps, that you will live
For death, still out of sight, is out of mind.
Or pain, perhaps, is destined for another,
And anything that's broken soon will mend.
You seek the ecstasy in every moment,
You plunge and plunge again, and still don't
But all things have a price, as you will
Oh, children full of passion and
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon
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