That I will live long
And never hear sorrowful tune from the gong
That I will climb the ladder of old age
And at no step hear the dirge
Is a reality
Lacking actuality
A truth
Denied of birth
But the good food
Is when life becomes rude
And drowning
Becomes the only path existing
God will uphold
If to him, I can hold
And never hear sorrowful tune from the gong
That I will climb the ladder of old age
And at no step hear the dirge
Is a reality
Lacking actuality
A truth
Denied of birth
But the good food
Is when life becomes rude
And drowning
Becomes the only path existing
God will uphold
If to him, I can hold
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