all our great moments come to mean not much
we navigate with ease the sun and ice
words come and go but we must be concise
our hopes and happiness are of such
consistency that we must seek advice
all our great moments come to mean not much
the weak and dying cling hard to each crutch
knowing the value but lacking the price
have got no measure of what must suffice
all our great moments come to mean not much
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