When balancing a grass blade on a finger
It dawned on me that frail can be that tough,
For brittle, weak and scrawny by its fineness,
And its impaired durables of veins,
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In billions of deaths as equal to newborns.
And what he tastes - the mightiest equation
That on man cannot mere single stone
Leave by its rank vitality unturned!
Yes, we are helpless toys in the hands of nature.
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In billions of deaths as equal to newborns. And what he tastes - the mightiest equation That on man cannot mere single stone Leave by its rank vitality unturned! Yes, we are helpless toys in the hands of nature.