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The Entropy Song

Don't weep to the stars, they won't last forever.
Don't cry to the earth for constancy.
Life is the vein binding hearts together.

Nothing that is will always be.
Nothing that is will always be.

The hawk as he flies screeches out the answer
To the question that's posed by the crashing sea.
"Death, after Life, is the cruellest cancer."

Nothing that is will always be.
Nothing that is will always be.

The youth tells his maid that he'll stand beside her
With love that's as true as the oldest tree.
But Time always proves every heart a liar.

Nothing that is will always be.
Nothing that is will always be.

-from Winter of the Wild Hunt by Geoffrey Thorne

copyright © 2006 geoffrey thorne