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There was a Persian king
Who wanted to know
What he could say on
Every occasion
That always would be so
Illusions, circles and changes
Illusions, always changing
Like the wind and the rain
He summoned three wise men
From his eternal throne
One from each border
Gave them his order
To write words always true
The wise men thought so hard
For a night and day
Found these words to say on
Every occasion
These things too shall pass away
