The gods do not consent to more than life.
Let us then all refute which may lead to
Unbreathable summits,
Eternal and unbloomed.
Let us be aware through mere acceptance,
And, whilst our blood still pumps through our temples,
Nor does our love wither
From within, let us last,
As clear panes of glass, transparent to light,
Allowing the sad drizzle to flow down,
Tepid beneath the sun,
Casting slight reflections.
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