Nothing's constant,
Everything changes,
We can do nothing,
But just observe.
Everything is volatile,
Vanishes with a puff,
And mingles with darkness,
Shying away from light.
Everything is an aura,
Just a moment in time,
Paralleling in dimensions,
And purely evanescent.
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