After the hard schools of innocence
And the planned collisions of experience
A period of slow enlightenment
Was supposed to settle in
If you hadn't lost your mind yet
If you managed to preserve
Enough love to live on longer
Then things would be revealed
You had no way of seeing earlier
A sense of overwhelming gratitude
For life itself and its permission
To die with a smile on your face
Having learned nothing and everything
About the mysteries of the heart
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