Like the oscillations of a clock
That never change the path
The path of to and fro
Likewise man destined to oscillations
That disrupt his beautiful life
Despite of man's efforts to stop
It oscillates and oscillates
To and fro, to and fro
And his efforts go in vain
Yet the struggle of man
Never stops nor sees an end
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