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Learning
No stone unturned
No book unread
The hunger for knowledge inside burns
For the things that were left unsaid.
I cryed a thousand tears
For those who were lost
Giving my only years
Counting all the cost.
How many things I have learned
How to love
How to cry
And how to die.
So much left to do
Little time left to accomplish
That which I started, I choose
And fill my friends' last wish
Were these the last words I will bear?
No one can really know the way
I feel when I know the answer
And there are no ears to hear.
Of course we are still stuck
On the questions to ask
To know the right words
To accomplish this task
Of the many things I know
One thing is certain
I have much yet to learn
Before the final curtain.
By Robert
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