Unknown
We cannot know what fate will hold
Nor fog of time obscure.
We do not see what things will fade
And which ones will endure.
It is not given that we know
Which loves will wither, which will grow,
Which hopes will thrive and which ones fail,
Which dreams survive the howling gale.
And so it is we bide our time,
We wait with bated breath,
Until its all revealed to us,
Until its all revealed to us,
In the hour of our death.
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