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Life is all lived on the shore,
Waves strike one after the other.
A wave of pain, a wave of pleasure.
A wave of joy, a wave of sorrow.
Strike they, none know, in which order.
Nor does any of them remain for ever.
Fleeting are the waves, fleeting are thoughts.
They are bound to fleet, else they cease to exist.
Like the waves which wash and shape the pebbles,
So do these thoughts wash and shape our actions.
Life is all lived on the shore,
Waves strike one after the other.
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