Fleeting reality, permanent memories
Growing children, the inevitability of change.
Each day a dusk, each dusk a dawn
perseverance of the brain, the disappearance of brawn. 
Yet we strive in the body for the body, why? 
The paradox of life, fickleness of the mind, I wish I could tell. 
Yet I err...
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