The End
Then it began as simple as sight
When reality came and gave me a fright
That all things will come and all things will slow
Much like a boat with bi one to row
And here it fall at our feet for us all to try
And in the end we let out a cry
Behave behave you little tiresome friend
It is suffice to say all beginnings will end
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