Our life is a room we find
With vast windows all around;
Where each pane has its own blind
Through which light and truth is found.
To not lift each would be a waste,
For when we die, that's all we take.
So study on and make haste,
You've a panorama to awake!
With vast windows all around;
Where each pane has its own blind
Through which light and truth is found.
To not lift each would be a waste,
For when we die, that's all we take.
So study on and make haste,
You've a panorama to awake!
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