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These things that I see And these things I feel They all seem too familiar As it I have experienced them before I remember what tomorrow brings All the grief and glory Falling to the same pits Receiving the same gifts From the cursed womb Through the life of gradual decline Into the earth, cold and moist And back again I have lived this life a thousand times And thousand times I will again I have to witness this downfall Without even a hope for an end Triumphs become insignificant And failures lose their dreadfulness Even a life as a the highest king Would become a burden If forced to live it same again and again