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I look into the puddles

And I see my life reflected,

In the pools that were created by the storm,

And just like the storm I know that my life is temporary,

We are impermanent and that’s for sure,

And one day those pools that reflected our life

Will have dried up and will be no more,

That is how life works and there’s no cure

Because nobody lives forever

Which is just as well because that could never be endured.