Does the giver turn ugly
Wrinkled by the burden of amassed memories?
Or does he learn to dance amongst sharks
And tames them speaking their tongues
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Does the water of life revolve the same way
After it has give the youthful spirit
Again and again to the dancers
So they do not lose themselves in exhaustion
With no end in sight
The rain is most welcome, most solemn
A symbol of a fresh life’s return
The drops jump up happy
upon hitting the massive water surface
The ocean simply does not care
Tonight the sharks must have dinner
The giver must dance the best that he can
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