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The weak man says we are too old to change the way

the snow freezes the earth and lets us live in vain and suffering.

“We are not here to stay”, alone he counts his days.

“I’ve bled for so long I erased my desires;

my last day’s coming but I won’t cry,

I won’t pray to live forever more”.

The old man says that all the prayers turn to hate;

the snow covers the emotions until they lose their names and start to fade.

No one is here to stay, everyone will count his days.