count  
          less s
      now  f
      lakes   have t
         ouched my s  kin
        only to evapo
      rate be
               for
        e my e
     yes             sym
        phonies of so
      und have re
            sonated with
                    in
         only to van
     ish in a sigh 
         ring flowers have in
      toxicated      me
         only to dis
          app
             ear in autumn   
              ski       es
         the sweet
       ness of love has g
        raced my lips
          only to be
              come p
    arched an    d 
                  ry

              now  it  see
  ms    all I can 
              do 
          is appreci
                  ate
           each moment
       while it is dev
     oured 
        by the mouth of t
                 im
                    e
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