Mystical Ramblings on the Inter-Connectivity of Things, A Conclusiom

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Love withers with time,
And time with love.
Beauty withers with time.

But,
Time grows with beauty.
Love grows with beauty,
And beauty with love.

One by one, then all at once all things go,
O my sweet don’t look dire.
Axiom by Axiom, then will at lose, yes turns no,
O my sweet, all thoughts, must die.