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Gaydeamus for the Sins!
And our lovely broken dreams,
And hopeful youth that gently dims,
And thoughts like yellow aspen leaves.

Rejoice the Ocean old and grey,
And quiet thombs above decay,
And forests pulling limbs in prayer,
And silver sun ray thrown as spear/

So glorify the end of time,
Required end, descending line
And full of sorrow, light and space
Be blinded with the Cycle Grace