The days they come and go,

The weeks they come and go,

The months, years, decades, scores – they come and go,

People come and go.

We get born,

Grow up,

Get old,

And go dead.

The world keeps on turning,

Orbiting,

Home to the billions of living,

And care-taking the remains,

Retaining the memories,

Of those who have passed over.

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