Nothing ever lasts
But nothing ever is lost
We may die,
But our lives are not lies
We may perish
but our lives will be cherished.
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Forest Hills| Poems and Stuff.
Poetryunder the forest hills lies my heart for all where my head has gills and my heart falls.
Death
Nothing ever lasts
But nothing ever is lost
We may die,
But our lives are not lies
We may perish
but our lives will be cherished.
