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| Rapture is a fleeting bird, Never sitting for too long. Sometimes it appears all blurred, But you cannot miss its song. Rapture may begin to cloy Though it seems to be the best. There's no everlasting joy! Even it deserves a rest. Cherish rapture while you may! Recognize when it is past. Carry on with work and play, Knowing it can never last. | ||
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